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The universe has a funny way of working. You can be living your life, everything routine, and then one day everything changes and there's no way to stop it.
My older brother was always Mr. Popular growing up. In school, he had friends everywhere he went. Every single soul knew who he was. Even this one particular boy, who had this one particular little sister.
My brother and this friend of his, used to ride to school together every day.
Eventually, my brother's friend and his family, moved into some apartment complexes just down the road from our house. It was quite literally around a ten to fifteen minute walk, give or take.
His little sister, at the time, was the exact same age as me. We were both about to start our first year of middle school. Because his family moved, she had to go to the middle school that I went to.
I remember this specific day like it was yesterday.
I was at my house, not really doing anything in particular. It was the end of summer time, and I was dreading going back to school. As I sat down to eat some lunch, there was a knock at the door.
A blonde woman I've never met before smiled down on me.
She told me that she was the mother of my brother's friend, and that she wanted to chat with my mother.
I shouted for my mom, and then went back to eating my lunch in the living room.
Once her and my mom started talking, I couldn't help but eavesdrop.
It was decided that my mother would drive her daughter and me to school every morning, since we live so close together and the school was only about ten minutes down the road from our neighborhood.
She offered to pay my mom gas money every week, if her daughter could carpool with us. As always, my mom said yes and that was that.
Not a minute later, my mom asked the woman to come inside.
"Let me go grab my daughter from the car, hang on." Was her response.
I was so not in the mood for a meet and greet at the time. In fact, I thought it was going to be annoying that we would have to pick this girl up every day. It just meant we had to leave the house earlier, and it meant that I had to wake up earlier.
Needless to say, I was not a happy camper from the start.
A few minutes later, in walks a girl around my height, with bleach blonde hair almost down to her butt. She wore contact lenses and a pink skirt. Her big blue eyes topped the look off for sure. To me, a brown eyed, brunette tomboy, the girl before me was nothing more than a Barbie.
I immediately decided that I didn't like her, and from the glare she sent my way, she felt the same.
Our mother's told us both how our mornings would go, and that every day we're both to be ready on time so we're never late to school.
