She never slows down.
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down
Three thousand one hundred and sixty two. Three thousand one hundred and sixty three. Three thousand hundred and sixty four….I had been spending the last two hours counting the sequins on the sequined-encrusted jean jacket that was hanging over the Pottery Barn desk chair of my best friend Ino Yamanaka. "And I'm really getting pissed off," Ino was still rambling, two hours later, about the numerous imprefections in the world that seemed to really piss off Ino. "Like, Sasuke calls some nights, and then he just doesn't on the other nights. And I mean like, oh em gee. Don't you think after a year he'd know that Chantal does my nails every Wednesday and Friday at six o'clock? Ugh, it really makes me mad."
I sighed, I had had another long night cramming for the social studies mid-term. I gave three seconds of silence to make it appear that I was actually considering whatever in the world Ino was saying. "Mhm. It's totally ridiculous of him." I muttured, losing my place in counting the sequins and retreating to staring up at the mural of the sky painted on Ino's ceiling, which with it's blue tone sky and white painted clouds was the only thing in her bedroom that wasn't purple. I was getting tired of this. I was supossed to be Ino's best friend, not her shrink. She had a shrink anyway, didn't she? Some kind of French therapist or whatever that flew in every other week so that Ino could spill out her heart to him.
My face felt about five pounds heavier, which felt normal to me by now. It had been the same ritual every day after school. I would go to school in the morning, come home with Ino, let Ino make me over completely, listen to Ino drone on for hours and hours before Ino suggested getting a snack. It was then when Ino would complain about how fattening a handful of Cheez-Its was while I silently listened, drinking my organic lemonade slowly, which tasted more like bland lemon water than lemonade. Oh well, Mrs. Yamanaka was huge on the whole organic food scene.
Usually after that we'd go find something to do. Sometimes we'd go over to Sasuke's house where I'd painfually have to watch Sasuke and Ino suck each other's face off for hours and hours and hours before my mom would call and yell at her to get home. Or we'd go see a movie, or sometimes we'd go shopping or even to the Low-Cal smoothie place that was almost Ino's temple. Next to the Jimmy Choo store, of course. But, the movie and the places we shopped at were always Ino's choices. She'd always ask, "Is that alright?" And I was supossed to say yes. One time she wanted to go see this completely gory film, and I said no, and she looked at me like I was insane for five seconds, then turned around and ordered the tickets.
I took the sleeve of my black long-sleeved shirt and dragged it across my glossed lips, taking off about three pounds of make-up. I had a huge streak of glossy pink sparkly substance on my shirt. "Sakura? Hello?" Ino asked, standing in the doorway of her full-room-sized closet, arms over her chest. I sat up, snapping back to reality. "Oh, sorry, Ino. Can you repeat that?" I asked. Ino sighed with disgust as if I was asking her to re-write "War and Peace" in her own words or something like that. "I asked if you thought Sasuke would like this." Ino stated.
She gave a twirl in the door way, giving me time to try and look at the outfit. I didn't have to lie with this one, Ino looked amazing in everything she wore. Which wasn't that hard, seeing that anything with out a designer label, to Ino, was simply un-wearable. Sometimes Sakura got the "hand-me-downs" from Ino, when she grew, and I mean by height, never by size. Ino had been a size 5 since 7th grade, and the size had never changed, but the rest of her body had. I had always envied her because of that.
Ino's ensemble choice for today was a short-red number. A halter dress that flaunted her slim, hour-glass figure. I swallowed, sighing. Ino was so gorgeous, and sometimes being around her made me feel fat and ugly. But I wasn't a very insecure type of person when it came to my looks, looks didn't matter much to me. Which was why I threw on what was most comfortable, and not what was in the Abercrombie & Fitch window.
The phone rings and I look over at it, like a trained dog, I say to Ino, "It's Sasuke." Which is usually my job, whenever the phone rings. Ino's in her mirror, standing sideways and sucking her stomach, trying to make herself look thinner, haha. As if that was possible. "Don't answer it." Ino briskly tells me. I blink, alright then. Whatever goes through Ino's mind…the world may never know.
I had a strange feeling, I decided, tracing a heart with my bare toe in Ino's carpet. Tonight was going to be one hell of a night…and by one hell of a night, I didn't think that it was going to be a very calm, fun night. Tonight was going to be life changing. I can just feel it.