First Sisterhood story. I own only the storyline and the new sisterhood. Yes, Blake is based off of Bridget. Cameos are due in the future. Please enjoy. :)
We didn't start out as friends. Well, I guess you could say we did when our moms were still pregnant with us, but once the last one was out, we wanted close to nothing to do with each other. We were polar opposites; there's Blake, the daring, unstoppable, blonde; there's Elizandra, the Amazon goddess who excelled at both school and acting; there's Hayley, the firey musician with an amazing voice; and there's me, Marani, the writer. At opposite ends of the spectrum, it was no wonder we weren't friends.
It's not like we hated each other (we would wave to each other occasionally in the hallways at school), but we weren't "best friends". Blake was well liked by just about everyone, Elizandra was both feared and paraded by boys, Hayley was the kid teachers loved to hate (well, except for the music teachers), and I was a "wall flower". Our mothers seemed to drift apart during those years, but we never stirred from our opinions of one another.
During the summer between elementary school and middle school (fourth grade and fifth grade), we all wound up going to the same summer camp, and all stayed in the same cabin, if you can believe it. It was there that we formed an unbreakable sisterly bond. We wouldn't stray far from each other for too long the entire summer.
We were ten then, and now, almost seven years later, we've been sisters through thick and thin. Blake's mother Celine died when we were twelve. We refused to let her be alone for more than ten minutes for the better part of six months, for fear of her self-destructing. Although she never said it out loud, we knew she needed it. Hayley took it upon herself to go running along side her everyday for miles on end. Eli would listen to her, and try to make her laugh as best she could. I even learned to play a decent game of soccer that year (even if I was only a good goalie). It was strange to see such a lively, happy Blake be so vulnerable, but over time, she became herself again, crying less and laughing more.
When we were fourteen, Hayley's dad took off one night, and we haven't seen him since. Hayls somehow managed to channel all of her rage and frustration into incredible songs (and I'm not just saying that because I'm her friend. They really are amazing). Personally, I was glad to see him go – he was never around, and when he was, he wasn't a real father to her. Besides, both she and her mother Beth deserve better. Hayley knows this. However, there is no denying the fact that she has become more mouthy, wild, and impulsive since then. It's no surprise that she and Blake still go running together, and that they're always the first two to dive into something impulsively.
Elizandra is, and will always be, our Amazon goddess (her parents are both Brazilian natively), boys either throwing themselves at her or to afraid to even be in her presence. What I love about her, though, is that she doesn't seem to notice, nor care. She would rather be studying for school or memorizing lines than dating some random loser. What most people don't realize about her, either, is that she is funny. Hysterical, even. How no one except us notices this just blows my mind. You can always count on her if you want your sides to hurt from laughing.
There's nothing really to say about me. My parents are Australian, so I get tan (yay). Nothing ever really happens to me, but I'm not sure whether that's good or bad. I'm a writer. I write about amazing things instead of living them like Blake, or Hayley, or even Elizandra. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I should take my nose out of my notebook and try to make something exciting happen. Well, maybe not, because the last time I took my nose out, I got into trouble for "mouthing off too much". Clearly, I cannot win. That's why I look to my three best friends for excitement. After all, they are where some of my inspiration comes from.
Anyways, this summer marks the first time we have spent apart for an entire summer since that fateful camp six years ago. Hayley is off to some music camp in Austin, Texas, Eli is jetting off to Brazil with her two sisters to visit her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, Blake is going to a random soccer camp in Pennsylvania, and I am most likely going to stay here and drown in my sea of loneliness. It's like I said, nothing exciting ever happens to me.
All I can do is hope for the best, and pray they won't forget me by the end of the summer. Who knows, maybe I'll get a job at Wal-Mart just to get my mind off being alone. Perhaps things won't go 'according to plan' (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more?).
