I am walking down the hallway of Grace Academy with my best friend Skylar. We just got out of science class and are now trying get to our lockers amidst the sea of high-schoolers.
"Gosh, I can't wait until I get a little taller so I can shove right through these people!" Skylar says. A few kids turn around and give her a funny look but she doesn't care what they think. She never does.
"You might be waiting a while," I reply with a smug grin on my face.
"Wow, Nessie, low blow," she exclaims and gives me a little shove.
"Yeah, literally..." I say with a joking smile, and then I get shoved again. I don't expect anything less.
We finally reach our lockers and find the more popular freshmen girls are there—like they were waiting for us. There are only three of them: Sara, Nichole, and Mackenzie. Sara is the quieter one of the three, but she also happens to be the prettiest (in my opinion). Even as she just stands there twirling one of her dirty-blonde curls she looks gorgeous. I remember Sara way back in grade school. She was sweet and fun and could light up the room like a ray of sunlight. She used to be one of my very best friends. Skylar, Sara, and I formed a trio. I miss those days. The crazy sleepovers, our church's beach camps, stuffing our faces with s'mores. It's kind of sad to think about now. To think about where it has all come to, and to think about how we don't even speak anymore...
Nichole is fairly pretty; her straight brown hair and blue eyes certainly stand out in a crowd; however, there isn't one girl in the entire school that can run her mouth faster than Nichole. I'm pretty sure she invented gossip, actually. Mackenzie is the most popular girl in school, like we're talking two thousand Instagram followers, but only because all the guys think she's a "total babe", while in actuality, she is extremely rude. You see, if someone were to describe Mackenzie accurately, one might say that she is a conceited, spoiled, hateful girl who always wears booty shorts and flip flops despite the weather (not like we live in North Carolina or anything...) just to show off her long, pencil like legs which she spray tans every two weeks. They might also throw in the fact that her spray tan never looks attractive at all, and tends to make her look like a citrus fruit. Alright...it's possible not everyone would say that.
Both Nichole and Mackenzie moved here in sixth grade and changed everything. For some reason they decided to hate me, and tried to convince Skylar and Sara to hate me too. They got half of what they wanted: they convinced Sara, but they didn't persuade Skylar, and it has pretty much been the same ever since.
"So, Skylar, you going to the party this weekend?" Mackenzie starts, "It's going to be crazy." I stare blankly at Mackenzie. Maybe she doesn't realize I'm standing here too.
OH, WAIT! Of course she does.
"Um, well...I..." Skylar starts.
"I...uhhh...WELL—it's a simple question," Mackenzie begins to mock Skylar as she leans against our lockers, blocking our way.
"I'll probably be there," I say on sudden impulse, my voice staying level and even.
"Really?" She says, looking at me for the first time, obviously shocked. "Your parents are letting you go to a party that starts at eleven thirty? I would have thought you would have to be tucked in by nine..."
The grin on her face is evil, but hey, evil is what she does best.
"I don't know, unless I have something better to do, and let's be honest...just about anything where I don't have to see you, just sounds all too inviting!" I say enthusiastically.
She gives a half-hearted laugh.
"Yep, I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss those bedtime stories!" She says sounding more like a babysitter than a girl of my same age as she pinches my cheek.
YOU ARE READING
The Endless Night
Action"...never walk out alone..." Rumors have haunted the property around the little cottage for years. Vanessa Görtz and her family have just moved in and her parents are taking these rumors seriously. Vanessa decides to take matters into her own hands...
