I remember those times when I had friends, when my brothers hadn't travelled, and when I wasn't misunderstood for no reason.
I walked back inside, trying to ignore my ex-best friend in the opposite house. Always acting sweet when she's not. The sadness enlarges every time she does that.
Suddenly, I saw something on the roof, but was also near the wall, staring at her.
It looked black and big; however, it also almost looked like sand.
I'm not really good at describing things. Haha. She was cutting up some roses, which would look like she was tending to them, but I've been tricked like that once...Nikita hates roses. She hates them like I hate s'mores without the marshmallow, which is a lot.
This girl always acts like she is stupid, but I know she isn't.....most times. She saw the thing looking at her, and suddenly dropped to the ground. 'She was supposed to run away...'
The black thing started shaking weirdly, as if it was...laughing?
Suddenly looking like it was coming after me, I hid behind my kitchen door. He might've been a reaper.
Reapers are scary....and cool. The most beautiful yet scary creatures. They cover themselves with a black smoky cloak...but not all are reapers. Some are phonies, who steal reapers' cloaks. For what, I don't know.
Ah yes, back to reapers. They're immortal, they look as young as a 25-year-old to a 35-year-old could look, superpowers that differ from age...many more that I forgot. Forgetting things is my best trait.
I moved away from the door when the black spot disappeared. She quickly got up and started snickering, as if she had won something. Like she won my crush's heart despite knowing that I liked him.
It's all good now though. I don't care for him anymore; he was a jerk. I just don't know why she would immediately flirt with him despite knowing my likeness towards him. She did it intentionally, and she knows it. That's what hurts me the most.
"Fawn, dinner is readyyyy" I rushed to my dad's side while my mom was upstairs resting after my dad got home. I like when my dad makes food when he gets back from work, and he lets mom rest. So sweet. I want that kind of love...
"Hello papi, how was work?" I asked as I took his suit and briefcase to put in his and mom's room. "It was amazing, as usual. A lot of kids this time as well," he paused to laugh, such a pretty laugh my parents have. "they all loved the toys. How was your day, sweetie?"
This question is something I always loved, yet dreaded. It was very considerate, but I also didn't like recalling the bad parts of my day sometimes.
I replied, "it was bumpy. I had some nice food as well with the money you gave me...but I-I got picked on..." tears started to fill my eyes. Always been like this; me crying over little things. I should've been named crybaby-
Wait, that's actually a cool name. Like that movie, the girl with icecream-like hair. Martinez was her last name????
"Who are the idiots, hmmm? Tell me daughter, I'll deal with them. It's really not that hard, I still have my axe-" I cut him off.
"N-no, I'll just get bullied more. I only want to know why they're picking on me, not ending their lives. Th-that's mean and cruel" Crying yet again.
It would be nice to see a reaper try to do something about it though- focus. "Can I please be allowed some time alone?" I asked. He nodded, and I went upstairs to my room after dropping his bag in his room. I'm still struggling to climb the bed due to my 4′11 height. I guess I'm gonna be forced to recall old memories like always, when I'm crying out of sadness.
Flashback.
"Would it be alright to borrow your hair tie fawn?" I nodded and smiled. She was my best friend from pre-school until now, grade 6. She took two instead of one, and I gave her a confused look. "Oh, I forgot to mention, my friend also needed one. You understand, right? I hope you do." "Of course I do!" I beamed. "I have many many more at home, two gone is nothing, so when will you give it back?" She looked at me with a weird expression. It scared me a bit. I answered "Yes" and quickly walked towards my next class. There, I sat next to Sia. She was a friend that I made in 4th grade along with Daniel. She smiled at me and I smiled back. I focused on the class because it was my favorite class; biology. "What is the smallest part of a body?" I raised my hand, "A cell". The teacher praised me and I smiled...which turned into a frown in seconds.
"Look at her, showing off again."
"It's likely that she's trying to get attention."
"Like always. I heard from her childhood friend Bitah, that she always tries stealing attention from her. She looks innocent when she's actually two-faced."
"I'm sure she's done worse, like how Bitah also says she threatens her. She probably forces her to do homework as well."
Suddenly, the teacher smacked his table and glared. He was a very charming man who was mostly cheerful; we rarely saw his bad side. But when we do...it's cold and chilly.
"I'd prefer if you'd pay attention to my class instead of talking about someone who actually is. Maybe then you'd have half as common and uncommon sense and knowledge that she has." The class went silent, then the bell rang. I scurried out of there before the teacher could even speak again. I went near my locker and leaned on it. That was suffocating. I'll just cry it out later. I don't like doing it outside my bedroom. Bitah was Nikita's nick-name, what every one calls her.
My next class I with bitah...I don't know how to feel. I should just ignore them. Friends come first. I walked to my next class with my book in my hands and, as usual, sat next to Bitah.
She always seems to forget about our homework or tests and she asks me for the answers. When I refuse, she says I'm selfish and a horrible person to be friends with.
"Alright class, surprise test" I internally groaned. Even if I pass, I hate tests like these because they give me anxiety. I did it in a few minutes and submitted it anyway. I could feel Bitah glaring at me, but I ignored it.
It scared me though. She never likes it when I know something that she doesn't; she doesn't like people that have even the tiniest bit of smartness if she doesn't.
After the class ended, I went up to Bitah and apologized for not waiting until she finished her test. She smiled and said, "it's alright, I know you didn't mean to openly seek attention, but do it more subtly next time", which was said quite loudly.
My cheeks reddened with embarrassment as I briskly walked to my next class.
History, my least favorite. I sat quietly, eagerly waiting for class to end so I could go home. Bitah smiled as she stared at me. I'm sure that's a warning for me to keep my mouth shut and just stay by her side. I can't remember when she became like this.
I just took notes in class and didn't bother to raise my hand when the teacher asked a question. It was better that way. However, luck seems to hate me. I was asked a question, perhaps I should pretend not to know.
Before I could do that, I felt something in my hand under my table, it was a blade, and Bitah forced it into my hand with a huge slit on her arm. I turned pale as she got up and screamed.
Everyone gathered around us and gasped. If she says I did that, she would definitely be supported whether it's a lie or not; her family has the power to do that anyway.
"I knew you hated me fawn, but I didn't know you would do this sort of thing! You forced me to stab myself??? Your childhood friend?! What kind of person are you? And it's not like you don't have anyone's attention or that you aren't loveable, but you always try to b-belittle me, but this is too far! I just-" she broke down in tears. I was stunned.
I had nothing to say as I dropped the blade and went to the principal's office as the teacher ordered, while Bitah left for the school nurse's office.
I still don't understand her purpose. Is it that she finds me repulsive for no reason, she can't stand if someone gets credit in front of her, or she's used to having everything and everyone's love and attention? She'd been acting like this around the 4th and 5th grade.
Flashback over.
"Can I come in, Fe?"