Endlessly

Chapter 1: Introduction

I remember it so well, the day it began. It was the kind of dull, depressing day that makes you want to lay in bed forever. The clouds were plentiful, blocking off the sunlight so that it only peeked through in slivers and barely lit the sidewalk in front of me. I was early for the bus that morning, so I pulled out my notebook and began to write. I wasn't really sure what I was writing, or if it would even make sense to someone other than myself. But it didn't really matter to me because it felt good to just put all my thoughts on paper. Not two minutes later, the bus came rumbling down our street and stopped abruptly in front of me. My feet stomped all the way I climbed the battered black steps, announcing my opposition to school that day. The bus driver looked at me with distaste, then pulled the door shut and continued taking us to the hellhole they call McKinley High School.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I saw Cat, my best friend, talking to some of the guys from her boyfriend's band. I could tell she was flirting with them by the way she stuck out her chest and twirled her hair. She finally glanced over at me, winked, and started my way. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that had barely even fit her in middle school, a blue tank top that accentuated her chest in all the right places, and the highest stilettos she owned. Cat and I were opposite in almost every way, but somehow it worked because we've been best friends since 2nd grade. She wore clothes I would never wear, said things that I would never say, and did things I would never do. I envied that about her. She was everything I wish I could be. That's why, when she asked me to go to her boyfriend's concert with her that night, I readily agreed. I knew the band was crappy and it was in a sketchy part of town, but I pushed that to the back of my mind and asked Cat for an outfit to borrow.

"I know my clothes aren't really your style, so I thought I'd ease you into it," Cat said, tossing several articles of clothing my way.
She handed me a short maroon bodycon dress, a black leather jacket, and gray booties. I was impressed at how easy she went on me. When I finally tore my eyes from the mirror, I noticed Cat wearing a tight black dress and 6 inch stilettos. Her eyes were rimmed in slate gray and her auburn hair was teased into a ponytail.
"We look good," She said with an approving smile.
I just laughed and continued to put on my mascara.
"I will be right by your side the entire time, so don't worry. It's gonna be super fun. Plus the bartender doesn't ID," Cat added with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes at her, but couldn't help feeling a little nervous.