My Flower

Chapter 1

I scrolled through Instagram looking at endless pictures. Most of people from my school, but some nature pictures; which I enjoyed.
I clicked on a profile that popped up under the "follow requests" button.
It was a girl from my school. The prettiest one. Her hair was golden with specks of brown and her eyes were hazel, like oak trees with green leaves upon them. She had perfect lips. They were bright pink and lush, not a crack in sight. Her nose was sloped perfectly inward, and she had freckles running across them. Her eyebrows were aligned evenly, and threaded beautifully. She was an angel. She was called Mila.
"Lydia," my mom was right outside my door. "Are you going to spend all summer on your phone?"
I gasped and turned it off. "I was actually about to take Ainsley to the park." Ainsley was the family dog. She was 12, so all I really needed her to do was get some fresh air, pee, and poop.
"Good."
"By the way, when does Mia need to be picked up?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Five o'clock."
Mia was my little sister. She acted like she owned everything and she often time stole my stuff; and yet she was allowed to have unlimited slumber parties and friends over.
I dropped my phone in my back pocket and walked out of my room. "I'll be back in 20."

As I walked down the road, I saw a familiar figure walk toward me. She was kinda tall; taller than me. She had a nice body. As she came toward me, I saw her face. The same face as the girl on the Instagram page.
"Oh my God! Lydia?" She squeaked.
"Mila?" I acted surprised.
She gave me a hug, though we never really talked.
"Are you excited for school this year?"
I felt my face flush, and my ears burn. "Not really."
She laughed, then looked down at Ainsley. "Aww! What's his or her name?"
"Ainsley." I wished that conversation would just die.
She bent down to pet her. Mila looked up and smiled. "She's so soft."
I smiled.
"Ugh. I gotta go."
"Aww," I pretended to be sad. "Bye."
"Bye."
I am so gay. I thought. My face was the color of blood.

I closed the front door. My phone pinged from my back pocket. An Instagram notification. I looked harder at it. It was a DM from Mila.

I unlocked my phone.
Mila: Hey. I'm going to Six Flags on Friday night and I'm wondering if you wanna come.
I knew who Mila was friends with. Not me.
Me: who is coming?
Mila: this is going to sound weird but I want to get to know you better... so I didn't invite anyone else.
Me: oh okay, but if you have two tickets, wouldn't you want to invite your bf? I mean I'd gladly go but aren't you guys really serious?
Mila: we broke up a while ago.
Me: I'm so sorry.
Mila: oh no he was being a douche bag. Using me in front of his dumb friends.
Me: I'll go to Six Flags with you
Mila: meet me there at 6

Why did I say yes?