Prologue
Typical human showers entailed using ¾ of the body wash, fearful of singing in the shower (Well, Avery was!) And 90 percent of the time she was winning mental arguments in her mind that didn't even make sense!
All these things transpired while she was washing her hair, waiting for the conditioner to soak, and lathering her body in manifolds of eccentrically scented soaps. Oh well, not like her father would mind he was barely around.
The most curiously amusing thoughts swarmed her mind. Thoughts that could gratify the oppressed, amuse the warped, and heighten the happiest of people-all except one kind- mend the broken.
How could one mend another, when ones life-force was collateral damage? Thin, frail pillars threatening to debacle, held together by shame, integrity and friendship. As a youth, Avery did not heed the concept of a "Good friend" Purely because she didn't have one, she didn't need one. Her family raised in a confined, mystical town with mythology, "Nothing bad ever happens here" yet everything disastrous all happened to entail in the small minded, petty town full of the same arrogant, unrestrained individuals. The town members all familiarized with one another, and their ancestors adjacent to one another, as the fought on the land, fought to protect one another, fought to protect their family, as one, in a unity.
But with light, came shadow. The town she was raised in for decade and quarter were the demons lay, scratching against the surface of each self's-humanity. Deep down, deeper than any soul could capacitate, coal-like tunnels, twisting into obliviousness.
It was irrefutable to claim that oneself were omitted of any humanity. Humanity was what was made of you, it made you vulnerable, yet it was what you did with that vulnerability that made you who you were.
New Orleans attained deathly silence, as Avery pierced her lips shut, a gravely, daring expression on her father's broad handsome features.
He offered no explanation nor did he see indispensable. She was his flesh and blood after all. The only one who'd tenaciously stayed with him. Only by legal force- James Saint Patrick thought. James Saint Patrick. Avery's fathers original name. At the present time, more commonly referred to as David Lowe.
Her grandmother, Judy was her mother's mother. She had Avery's elder sisters safely retained in East London. No doubt in her mind, Avery cold visualise her sisters dancing, drinking and smoking, endeavouring to seal the demise of their beloved mother, with flapper strategies. She could not deny they all loved their mother exceptionally. However the unspoken words of Avery scratched at the surface, she'd always loved her mother more; more than her sisters. Avery always had this, intensity, with her mother, amplifying any mother daughter bond further than any mother daughter bond.
Her grandmother, Judy was her mother's mother. She had Avery's elder sisters safely retained in East London. No doubt in her mind, Avery cold visualise her sisters dancing, drinking and smoking, endeavouring to seal the demise of their beloved mother, with flapper strategies. She could not deny they all loved their mother exceptionally. However the unspoken words of Avery scratched at the surface,she'd always loved her mother more; more than her sisters. Avery always had this, intensity, with her mother,amplifying any mother daughter bond further than any mother daughter bond.
Her mother was an admirable, strong women. Was it conceited to think so highly of her mother, or bias even? Was it conceited for Avery to wish herself fatherless, when some lacked in all parentage?
"Why? Why do we have to move again?" She demanded enthralled by her fathers coolness. This was definitely not a matter of ease, nor argumentative apparently, in her fathers case. He glided elegantly, his masculine figure blocking the entrance until it dispersed, while
"Blue or purple? Blue or purple? Blue or purple?" Rosalie Duke mused harmoniously, repetitively raising each concoction of fabrics, examining both dresses carefully, as if she was deciding on a chess move.
Avery aimlessly, with her short legs, casually draping off the side of the lavish, plush couch. The soft velvet texture irritating her sensitive dark legs. Shuffling her legs irately. "What?"
Her best friends expression fell six feet, glaring accusingly, "I've been questioning yo about which dress to wear to the New Orleans Masquerade." She reminded purposely, hinting at the most execrated, tedious event of the century in Avery's rightful opinion.
Not registering the hint, nor would she want to, she shrugged passively, comparing the dress with mild interest, both pulchritudinously beguiling; yet insanely parallel.
The blue, floral halter dress burst with life of it's own, with joy embroidered into intricate details adding to it's overall sophistication. In contrast to the smouldering violet dress, inclining in her slender fingertips. The lavender undertones brought attention to Avery. The colour was most definitely off the raider of Rosalie's desired colour scheme, which accustomed to her wardrobe pieces which consisted off, vibrant, lighter shades such as teals, baby blue's or lilac and occasionally navy.
Avery deduced it would seem unfitting on her friend, as the blue one would seem much more flattering. Its seems as if she (Avery) was correct.
"I love it! Purple's definitely not me!" She squealed, thoroughly pleased with herself despite it ultimately being Avery's decision, which unveiled her decision, but whatever.
She discontinued in her self-pleasure, glancing at Avery sheepishly before clearing her throat. "Your coming too, of course. I cannot, show up, without my best-friend!"
Avery grimaced, anti social would be a understatement, "I have decided that I shall remain absent during this particular social event, and any other to come." Promulgated Avery, indignantly huffing stand of frizzy, bronze locks out of her view. Poking her eye in the process. Even she could not fathom how she could possible do such a thing!? But that was Avery, weird, complicated, amusing, sarcastic and overall in Roses rightful opinion, damn right boring!
She huffed exasperatedly, "And my ears suddenly were deafened and my hearing became absent at each protest that escapes your protest." The blonde declared. She was too both equally beautiful to Avery in the most parallel of sort.
Rosalie possessed, long immaculate sleek, tresses, which glimmered softly in the exposure of sunlight, they held at the top of her head confidently. If one was to examine the finest of strands you'd observe the silvery white undertones, with a microscope- of course. Dissimilitudes to Avery, who maintained a much more voluminous curls that decided to have a life of it's own, the wind it's breathing oxygen. Her hair accelerated in length, yet her curls made her hair seem much more short. Her skin a dewy, a golden-brown colour, sun kissed biologically. A dark honey, slightly darker than her mother. Definitely darker than her sisters. Her lapis lazuli, gleaming orbs. Streaked with disdain.
She defiantly detested, events like this; opportunities like this Avery definitely passed up, unless of course; Rosalie was made aware off Avery's protest, then they'd be no escape to these treacherous, tedious gatherings. Rosalie would burden her with annoyance until she'd cave in and go.
"But I can't!" Avery exclaimed falsely .
"I think my hearing abilities vanished?" Rosalie remarked sasily, smirking widely.
"If I remember crystal clearly, I recall you claiming to have lost your hearing a while ago, so tell me how can one vanish off something they didn't utilize to begin with?" Avery structured her sentence carefully before it sank it, no matter how intellectually Avery attempted to structure it, Rose was not taking no for an answer.
Avery groaned, "I seriously can't!"
Their friendship had blossomed from Rosalie's interest in the Avery, the new girl. The student revolved around the gossip, of course Rosalie's intention of befriending her, had been completely conceited but regretful of her actions, after doing so.
Avery was the only one who traversed truth and honesty amongst her chaotic, deceitful existence. Her honesty slightly brutal, but it was a much more stable foundation for a friendship than soft deceitful lies. Avery comprehended that Rosalie had no limits, yet even understood that Rosalie had no limits as well. She didn't underestimate her best friend either, something that proved confusingly, challenging for others. She'd valued self and inner-self, and that's why they were best friends.
Always And Forever,
UNTIL FOREVER ENDED