Snowfall *EDITING*

CHAPTER THREE

Honestly, I don’t know why I brothered to attempt to have things go my way, I learnt a long time ago life just does what it wants. So, I just to stare at Abby, her curly red hair longer than I remember, her lips painted a dark shade of red I had only ever heard her lust over when we were younger. She looked so different, yet exactly the same, because six months couldn't change a lot, yet it could change everything.

She had the same warm smile planted on her face, as if we were friends again, and not complete strangers. To be honest, it was me who pulled away from her. She always seemed to be there for me, with honest thoughts and opinions, always offering a helping hand. I didn't want a helping hand though, I wanted someone to blame for the death of my parents. I didn't know where to place the blame or if I should at all. In school they teach you all about money, and science, and math. They don’t teach you what the hell you are suppose to do when someone you love is taken away from you. 

“Hi.” I mumbled, looking up at her. We hadn’t spoken for months, what was I suppose to say? Even before my parents died, I was never socially involved, Abby and I just hung out with a few friends. We didn’t really have a big social group, even though she was stunning and was far more beautiful than Scarlett Jones, that girl all the guys lusted over. But Amber's looks were more humble, she didn't care for popularity, she was content with just being my friend. 

“Can I walk you to class?” She asked nervously, her hands playing with the hem of her purple shirt, that was covered by a black leather jacket. I swore I picked out that jacket for her. Her eyes looked everywhere but me, but her smile stayed on her place. She resembled a doll. I never played with dolls.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t just say no. I mean, at one point this was my best friend, she knew all my secrets, we shared so many happy memories. So, maybe I was crazy, or just out of things to say, because I looked up and offered her a small smile, that didn’t reach my eyes, smiles so rarely did anymore. 

“Sure.” 

Her eyes popped up, surprised by my answer, like she had expected me to reject her offer and walk off. She should of know I could never do anything so rude though, my parents taught me better than that and just because they are dead now doesn’t mean I didn't continue on with my manners. My mother would tisk me all the way from heaven.

Nodding her head slightly she pivoted on the heel of her raw brown combat boots, showing me locks of her fierce red hair, that flowed down her back in perfect ringlets. Suddenly, my hair didn’t even compare to hers. I knew it was dyed, it was too unnatural of a colour to not be, but somehow it fit her more than any other natural colour could.

My legs started to move, making me walk at a decent pace, my strides keeping up with Abby’s. We were silent, knowing better than to talk and make this even awkwarder. A few eyes were glued to us as we made our way down the hall. Most of the school left me alone for the last few months, maybe because they felt bad for me, or because they just didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was popular before my parent’s accident anyways. 

As my first class appeared, Abby slowed down to a halt, her green eyes finding mine. 

“Madison, I’m sorry.” She mumbled. She had never been good at apologies. “I’m sorry I left you when you needed me most. I thought you just needed some space, and to be honest I didn’t know what you were going through, and I couldn’t even begin to understand the pain you were going through, so I just took a step back. And I’m sorry. I miss you.” She boldly stating. By the end of her little speech her eyes had found the floor. 

For a seconds I just stood there, my books and binders pressing into my chest. No words left my mouth for a few seconds, but they seemed like hours. As the seconds ticked by, I finally found my voice, and I nervously responded,