Didn't I Say So?

Destiny as we know it.

Sometimes I wonder if things like destiny and fate are real. But now I know that these really do exist because of how my life had become. What it had lead me to. What it defined me as.

I met Kira long before Jennifer and I had become best buds. It was in Year Three when she lent me her purple crayon and we instantly hit it off after realising that we both love purple. Purple lunchbox. Purple pencil case . Purple stationery . Purple clothes . Purple shoes. Yeah you get the picture.

We had playdates and went to the park with our mothers every Saturday. We were the pair of best friends that every pupil from our class envied. And ofcourse, we wore purple every time we met up on Saturdays.

She saved me from bullies. I saved her from bullies. It was sort of a pact between us and it worked out well. We were both very excited to start High School. Especially when we had each others backs and shared secrets. Those kinda secrets that we swore to take to the grave.

One humid Saturday when we were at the park during our holidays after completing Primary, I got really tired pushing Kira on the swings so we decided to go get some water .

We walked to our mothers that sat on the benches chatting away and I heard the most horrifying news in my entire life; worse than losing a purple crayon.

Kira was moving away. At first I thought she was just shifting houses but she was moving miles and miles away. Kira's mum spoke to my mum saying that their family of three was moving to Houston. All the way to America.

It made sense since Kira's grandparents lived there. Her mum moved to England when she was eighteen because she studied at Oxford where she met Kira's dad. Kira was the result of a teen pregnancy.

Kira and I promised to write each other and call whenever we could.

I had accepted the fact that I'll never make any friends and I'll forever be a loner until the new girl showed up. Jennifer walked into class on the first day of high school and picked her seat right next to me. Her blonde hair radiating the sunlight; something my hair couldn't do since I was a brunette.Still am. She was so bubbly and pompous that everybody loved her instantly . She obviously couldn't replace Kira but she could still be Bestie #2 . Boy was I wrong!

When you're in High School at the delicate age of eleven after losing your best friend all you need is someone who fills up the void. Jennifer filled that void, the empty space, the abandoned heart. In fact, she even persuaded me to go out with Jonathan when he asked in Year Nine.

I really thought she had my back. I also wanted to tell her about my bickering parents when it just began but I decided to keep my mouth shut because I didn't want everyone to know even though I trusted her. I didn't tell Jonathan either . I obviously had my moods but Jen and Jon let me be and gave me my space .

Hmmm... Jen and Jon. Would you look at that? They have a cute couple name and I just realised that.

After I figured out the internet I looked up Kira Robertson on Facebook but all of them turned out to be the wrong ones.

Thirty year old Kira's accepted my friend request and I was extremely creeped out so I just deactivated the account. Yes, I'm not on Facebook. Don't judge me.

The first time I felt like beheading someone was when I caught Jennifer and Jonathan together doing stuff. Or shall I say each other . And surprise surprise( not really) it was Jennifer's head that flew off her neck; in my imagination ofcourse.

The second time would be now. I am seated next to a very talkative lady at the age of twenty six to be exact. She told me. And her blossoming love life; she told me that too, was so exotic and fun and marvellous that she had to tell me; a complete stranger.

"Oh, did I tell you about the time he bought me roses just because?"

Only thirty five times.

"No, I don't recall" , I lied to the twenty six year old redhead who goes by the name of Elizabeth . Fancy name right?

Its only been a few hours and I already want to jump out of the plane . Maybe there's a way I could throw her out the window... Would she fit through it? Using my not so amazing math skills I came to a conclusion that she wouldn't fit and I may have prayed that she lock herself in the bathroom.

Airplane bathrooms are pretty scary if you ask me. I mean, they're so small and the flush makes the kind of sound that a black hole would when sucking up the entire earth to feed aliens from another planet. Hey I'm just saying, it could happen you know.

"Would you like a bag of mixed nuts, ma'am?" An air-hostess in a very pretty and immaculate outfit asked with a sweet smile on her face.

"Yes please",Elizabeth replied.

Please choke. Please choke on the salted macadamia nut that you are chewing on.

"Would you, ma'am?" She asked, this time looking at me.

"May I have a red velvet cupcake with chocolate icing instead..." I scanned her name-tag "Susan?" I requested hopefully. Cupcakes are my weakness.

"Absolutely".

"Thank you". That's the least I could do to receive excellent service and desert.

That's the thing about flying first class; you get whatever you want as requested. Heck! I wouldn't be surprised if they have ten different gourmet chefs back there.

God bless this plane.

"So did I tell you about the time he bought me roses just because?"

Thirty six.

My cupcake finally arrived and I nibbled on it while Talkative Elly chatted away about her blossoming love life as I shed a few tears over my pathetic one.

Only one.

This is gonna be one long ass flight. Kill.Me.Now.

"Taxi!" I've been yellin for the past hour but no bloody taxi was kind enough to stop and drop me off to Brown. The seminar starts in three hours which gives me enough time to reach there and get a good shower.

"It's a cab, lady!" a random man commented .

Damn! Busy airport, no taxis and rude people? I already hate this place.