I finally catch up with Ardia and Ashley who are laughing, probably about a stupid joke. I swear they find the simplist things funny.
"You guys run fast", I pant, while out of breath.
" Eh, we are just as winded as you are", smirked Ardia. Ashley laughed.
" Ok, Dairy Drizzles or Fro-To-Go?" Asks Ashley. "Man, Fro-yo sounds good, but who would name thier company "Fro-To-Go?"
Still out of breath, "I have no clue" I laugh as well.
"Cant you imagine this? Picture this, It's a meeting and the new company is thinking of a name, " OH! I have an idea lets name it ______! (But it's A really good name). No lets name it Fro-To-Go!" Man now that im thinking i just sounds like they ran out of ideas.." We all laughed. But who could come up with a name like that? They could have added a pep in the name like Dairy Drizzles. It seems like a waste land of diebetes, but the name sounds fun.
"Anyways", speaks Ashley," Im going to get my favorite, chocolate~".
"Eh, im not that into chocolate, strawberry is the best!" I preach, with a smile on my face.
" Yuck! Strawberry?! Please! Pineapple is the way to go!" Ashley and I gag. We both hate pineapple. And no, pineapple DOES NOT go on pizza. That food combination is garbage. And, It should stay in the garbage, where it belongs, set on fire.
"Ardia, you eat anything that is discusting I swear-" speaks Ashley in discust.
"Am I the only one that likes pineapple fro-yo?!"
"Yes Ardia, yes", speaks ashley with erritation.
We finally get to "Fro-to-Go" and order. As Arida ordered her fro-yo the casheir gave her the craziests look. The casheir then said,
"Um, We will have to make some-"
Ashley and I laughed out loud.
"I told you, Ardia. No one like pineapple Fro-Yo!" Ardia rolled her eyes and waited. Soon enough, we got all are froyos and ate them all the way back home. As we walked my sense of happiness started to drain from my body. Just the thought of leaving my two bestfriends for a long time dug at me. Would they forget me? Would they replace me? I read dramatic stories in my english classes about teenagers my age, in fictional stories, talking about leaving and forgeting their bestfriends for someone better. The stories somewhat end up happy in the endings. But would this really happen to me? Out of all people? Its real life, anything could happen..
We finally get to my house and I wave good bye. Both wave goodbye and I walk into my house. I slam the front door and slide down the white birch door. My head keeps spinning. Is this a dream or is this reality?
"Honey? Is that you?" I hear my mother shout.
"Erm- Yes!" I shout.
"What took you so long? You should have been home an hour ago!"
" I when out for Icecream with Ashley and Ardia. They wanted me to go." My mom walks out, folding a white cardigan.
"Oh that nice, honey." She looks down to see my letter. "what that?" I bite my lip. I couldnt tell her now. I dont have the stamina to talk to her about this right now. I opened my mouth and lied, that of which, I never do.
" Oh its just a silly letter Ashley wrote for me. Shes into writing those fancy letters from those victorian movies. She finds them to be quite "modern" on what ever she means by that."
" well thats nice." She pauses. "You looked drained? You feeling alright, sunshine?" She rolls up her sleave and places her wrist on my forehead, in an act to feel my temperature. I moved her hand.
"No im fine. We had a rough cardio day today, and its made me tired." I bite my inner lip, again. But, she smiles and kisses my forehead.
"Alright. If you dont feel well just tell me and ill get you so cough syrup or what ever you need." I gather my things and start walking up the stairs.
"Thank you, Mom." She smiles and walks back into the laudry room. I walk up the stairs and into my room. I slowly close my door and then quickly flop on my bed. With a muffled tone, I then screamed-
"AUUGHHHHHHHH-"
I then rolled off my bed and slumped over, having my back up against the side. I cocked my head twards my window. It started to down pour. I sat there, for a good 10 minutes till my phone buzzed.
September 14th
From: Ashley
Hay, I dont know when you will read this, but you looked down. We love you and support you! Take some time to think about this, Kyli. We will always respect your choices. We are always here if you need to chill for a bit. We just ordered pizza. And guess what Ardia ordered? Pineapple and ham pizza. Send help. Take care and we love you~
Your pineapple hating queen,
Ashley
I smiled and packed my bag. I grabbed my dance jacket and sneakers. I flipped my light off and took the door knob and turned it. Before I close the door, I got a second glance of the acceptance letter on the middle of my floor. I smirked and closed my door and ran out the front.
YOU ARE READING
The Letter
General Fiction""Ever since I was a young child I was interested in the art of dance, but not any dance like Jazz, Hip hop, or ballroom dancing, I was interested in the art Ballet dancing. I remember begging my parents to take me to classes and buy the pinkest an...
