Kairi and I knew each other since elementary. She was notorious for many reasons. Just to name a few, she always went for the bad guys, and she was pretty mischievous herself. I was the nice girl that never did any bad and was best known for being a brainiac and an artist. As you can tell, we were pretty much as different as fire and ice. We lived in a neighborhood where everybody knew everybody, and it reeked of crime and gangs. That is, until I moved away to the nice
neighborhoods, where everyone had a built-in pool outside, the neighbors weren't drug dealers, and there were never any gunshots, no crime. I didn't like it at first, But it was the beginning of a different me.
" Can you believe you're almost in high school?" my mom said nicely. She was really pretty, and she literally looked like a high school student. I sighed heavily.
" Yeah. Totally," I said sarcastically. I made a lot of friends in middle school, but the only ones I felt comfortable talking to were Olette, Selphie and Yuffie. I once had a friend named Fuu, who I dated for a bit, then never really talked to again. Kairi went to a different school, but we still hung out a lot. They were my best
friends. I laid down in my bed, staring around the room. I saw the white ceiling and the big, glass window which presented to me a beautiful view of Twilight Town. My vanity, which sat next to my closet door, was full of many different pieces of jewelry, love letters from ex boyfriends, and old drawings that I had long forgotten
about. It was white, much like the rest of my room, and was personalized by me. I wrote my name at the top, and stuck pictures of my friends on it, wrote on the mirror, and doodled figures here and there. My closet had large, white doors where I taped my pictures on. People said they were good. Suddenly, I got a text. It was from Kairi.
" Hay Nami U still comin 2 mi party 2morrow rite" I hated the way she texted. It took me a minute to remember what she was talking about. Her party? Oh yeah. Her birthday was tomorrow.
" Of course I am. Why?" I laid in silence, waiting for her to reply.
" Bcuz I wanted u 2 meet my bf." To be honest, I didn't really want to. Yeah, she got a lot of guys, but they were always really ugly and had a horrible personality.
" What's his name?" I asked. It was probably a simple one, like Matthew or Jerry. She always dated guys with two syllable names.
" Roxas hez cute n funny" See? Two syllables. I laughed. She said cute. And funny.
" Okay. I'll be there tomorrow." I quit talking to her, thinking of what to wear tomorrow. I pulled out many different clothes- a tube top dress, my purple, spaghetti strap dress, my many white shirts, everything. My mind was entertained as I looked at my mirror, seeing the many different combinations and outfits I could make. The prep look? The innocent girl look? The friend who you could depend on to be drunk look? Or just plain old Namine? Sigh. I looked in the mirror. Same old me. Those blonde curls in my hair, that hung slightly over my shoulder. My big, blue eyes that could never be mistaken for any other. My pale, paper white skin that revealed my veins underneath. Why couldn't I be unique? Or outstanding? Or at least decently pretty? The emotions smashed the little smile that was on my face. I continued to look for an outfit.
It was about 11:30 before I finally decided on a purple belted shirt, which only hung from one shoulder, and some capris that laced up on the side. I chose some open-toed, purple heels to wear. I set down the outfit on my chair.
I closed my eyes, and I started dreaming. I was laying down on the grass with my ex-boyfriend, Hayner. He had his arms around me, telling me that he loved me, and that he was sorry for breaking my heart. I crushed on him ever since elementary. We stared at the twinkles that gradually showed as the strawberry sun set faded into the deep blue night. The moment was beautiful. He traced my curves with his fingers, squeezing on my tickle spots. Finally, Hayner turned me around and
begin to diminish the space between us. We got closer and closer when.. I heard a ring. It was Kairi calling me.
" So Nami, do you think that I should wear that totally cute blue shirt I stole from the mall the other day or-"
" You stole something? Huh. It doesn't surprise me. Go to sleep!"
" But Nami-" click. I laid back down in bed, covering my head with sheets to block out the annoying ring from my phone. I sighed a breath of relief.