Just Another Girl To You

One

My alarm blasted it's annoying tune at exactly 4:30 a.m., then came my mom's shouting:

"Get up already, it's your first day!"

Ugh.

Grabbing my phone, I stumbled out of bed and trudged down the stairs to get ready.

You think it's a tad too dreary? Well, it is.

Most people would be thinking "I'm now a freshman, new year, new start." But me? All I want to do is get through my own personal hell (which is school, of course) as quick as possible with little or no casualties.

After getting dressed and trying-but failing- to fix my hair, I had breakfast with an eager mom waiting for me to finish to take the customary first day photos.

She knew I hated them, and yet she continuously insists on them every year, not bothered by my lack of smiles and enthusiasm for her documentary.

Right before she took the nth photo, the school bus finally came, and I ran outside, greatly relieved.

"Bye guys!"

I was placed in the front seat, next to the driver. Not a bad spot, I supposed, and was just adjusting to it when a girl about a year or two older than I, sat beside me and smirked.

"Oh great, another self-righteous bitch." I grumbled to myself.

"Hmm?" The stranger inquired.

"Nothing." I replied, surprised that she had heard.

A few dull moments of awkward silence passed, and she finally broke the tension.

"I'm Patricia Inciong." She said confidently as she extended her hand for a shake, in that Montessorian manner we were all accustomed to.

"Elaine Peralta" I returned with a firm shake of our hands.

Both of us never grew quiet after that, exchanging trivia and comical quips, and discovering each other's mutual love for books, Twilight, movies, and great music.

We sang, chatted, quizzed each other, and even danced a bit when a jovial tune played on the beat-up radio.

I was immensely relived to have found a friend, despite my abrasive attitude, and rather brutal honestly. Also, she insisted I call her "Inciong" like most people did, and I found that it was fitting, for it was rare, just as she was.

This, I believe, is what you would call a humble beginning of a soon-to-be-great friendship.

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A/N: Hey y'all! I know, I know, there isn't really much substance to this chapter. I'm sorry, but you'd have to deal since this is just an intro, and it shouldn't give much away about the story, right?

All chapters would pretty much be this long, and since it's based on a true story, I want to keep it as factual as possible.

Thanks for reading!

Rawr 🍪