Just me, with you

Rainy days? Or just bad luck

We all get on the bus and sit down almost taking the entire whole row.
As everyone chatters I look down at my shoes, I've had these since I was 8. They still fit me so I don't ever take them off.
After all my father gave them to me and that means a lot. It reminds me of him whenever I look down.
When he gave these to me we had gone shopping for shoes, dad said he had great taste and wanted to come he also told me something that I would never forget,

"Charlotte sweetheart, I think you should get these," he held up a pair of boots these were the ones that I had on now. "They're so cool, whenever you're down you look down at them and obviously they'll remind you of me. Then you'll be happy again!" He had said.
I laughed

The thing is when I laughed that I day I never realized that this would actually happen. That I would be down in the first place. Or that these shoes would remind me of my dad. And that he would actually die.

"Stop looking so down! Now tell us who you have a crush on so we could get you together," Lyla squeals, I smiled at her. It was forced, but no one could through my smile.
Or they just didn't care enough to see that. Like all they care about if boys and who likes who. Could they please ask a real question for once?

"Lyla honestly you ask me this question everyday at lunch! I do not have a crush on anyone, and when I do I promise you'll be the first person I'll tell," I said trying to be more enthusiastic and actually have fun with the girls.

"Fine,"Lyla said pouting like a little girl.

We went on like that for the whole ride to Lyla's home.

"Come on get out of the bus we're actually here," Lyla shoves us up.

All of us groan except for me, I get up quickly unlike everyone else. Then I hear Lyla mutter to herself I need to get new friends. I pretend that I didn't hear her and go inside lyla's house.

Her house is amazing! It isn't that big but it is really pretty and old fashioned. Everything is wood carved, even the walls.

"Lyla this is amazing," I say

" I know right,"

"It's so pretty. I love itttt!"

"Why can't I have a house like this you are so lucky Lyla!"

We all start admiring the house. I honestly want this kind of house. My house is fairly small, my mom works as a waitress 4 times a week and then the other says she just sort of hangs out. I don't know how she affords our house or all of the stuff she buys Elisa and herself.

"Why thank you everyone, let's go to my room," Lyla said leading the way, we make a few turns, right, right, left.

Then we stop at a door with pink paper and glitter covering almost all of it except at the top middle. Lyla cut out pieces of paper to say

Lyla's Room
Don't enter, knock

I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes, Lyla is such a true teenage girl. Don't enter, knock, if my mom saw that on my door she would have me grounded for life.

All the other girls stared with their mouthes open. Lyla starts laughing as I hide between Lisa, and another one of those girls, Lindsey.

In total we are:

Lyla, Lisa, Lindsey, Emerald, Lauren, Emy, and finally me.

We're not a lot of people, it just sometimes feels like it.

We get inside the room, which is like super pink and decorated with male movie stars with their shirts off. I have to resist the urge to now cringe. I like boys too, but really that's not my type.