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This chapter is for you know a bit of Alexandra's personality and it will introduce you to a few other important characters.
"He just signed it," I tell Grace, grabbing my knee's closely to my chest. I rest my chin on the tips. Grace's eyes went round; her brown marbles almost bulging out.
"Just like that?" She gasped.
Grace was a short girl with straight, long, brown hair like me; mine was a bit thinner and frizzy. She had a round face with a stubby nose that rest below large, round brown eyes. She was also a loud, nosey, boyish girl that chewed with a wide mouth; while I'm quiet, well mannered, and knew my place. My face was the shape of an oval and I had beautiful hazel eyes with long lashes.
I may sound like a bag of pearls and Grace a bag of cow manure but nothing was further than the truth. We both had things of each other we envied.
She was strong willed and I was a weakling. Grace also has full hips and I had nothing. Many girls our age envy her for that. Guys tend to go for girls more if they had a body you can only get outside of school. If it wasn't for her bad table manners at launch, she'd be more experienced with bed business than Marilyn Monroe.
To her, I have a nice bum but it is all lies. I find it completely flat. My blue school skirt looks like a garbage bag over a body. Grace also says I have a nice, soft voice. Not a singing voice like Paul or George but a speaking voice. You would have to be drunk and hit your head to think I can sing.
"Just like that," I repeat her words into fact. She giggles toothily and I think she also has a beautiful smile. I force a giggle because in all seriousness, I am not in the mood to giggle. The mood I am in is tea mood. I'd prefer to be downstairs in front of our fire and cuddle with a soft blanket. Julian and I haven't played in awhile.
He's only a baby but man he is the most entertaining person I know.
"Do you know what that means?"I force another smile and nod. She pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and her smile turns softer. "You and I can stay best friends." It's true, it's January 2nd and I've only known her since September 5th, but there's a connection between us that will never be broken.
Grace and I met when I started school. Cynthia had won the battle to enroll me in school despite the Fab Four's pleads. John's excuse was, "She'd hardly be there anyway!" while Paul's was, "Everyone will find out! You can't just put her in School. What if someone hurts her?"
George was neutral about the whole idea. He sat in the corner eating an apple. Ringo was really upset because he wanted to hire a tutor. I, personally, think they all had visions for me.
Anyway, it had been before lunch break and I needed to organize my locker and there was Grace. She had been punching and kicking her locker. The words, "You stupid twat of a locker," had flown out of her mouth like spitfire. It wasn't opening because it was a 'stupid twat' but because it was my locker. Grace had gotten the numbers mixed. Hers was 1107 and mine was 1108.
I slightly tapped her shoulder and she whipped back to me with frizzy bangs covering her eyes. I told her it was my locker and she laughed.
After that school day, I didn't go home with just one friend but four; Grace, Jeremy, Kevin, and Anya.
Jeremy is a young looking boy with blonde hair. He's about five' six and walks with dragging feet. His eyes are the color of a clear sky. Jeremy is just like Grace and often has eating competitions with her at lunch. You could say he's the class clown. He has this thing where he passes wind and see's how loud it is on the surface he's sitting on. Grace laughs loudly while Kevin and Anya cover their noses. I simply wave the air around me and keep my laughs low.
Kevin, despite being best friends with Jeremy since grade school, is the complete opposite. He's quiet and has one of the best averages in the class. I think he is number eight or nine. Kevin's manners are always well and he dresses neatly everywhere he goes. He's also something of a looker while Jeremy is just an average fifteen year old boy. Kevin has beautiful dark skin and soft black hair. He's about George's height. The first time I met him, he moved his seat for I could sit near the heater during lunch. He also bought me a new hat for Christmas but Paul misplaced it.
Anya is just like her twin brother, Kevin, in every way. While I and Grace turned to be amazing friends, Anya and I have a special relationship. Grace is amazing, really, but she also has a big mouth to fit her ears. I tell Anya anything and I've only know her for a little while. Cynthia yells at me because I envy Anya's sexy, long legs. They're so toned. Football, she says. Anya is amazing at it and wishes to play on the school team like her brother. As girls, we aren't allowed to join the sport teams. The only teams for us are dance, tennis, and gymnastics. They aren't considered sports, either. To have a girl on a sports team is disgusting to many. It's like having a son that doesn't know how to catch or throw.
John really likes Jeremy but Paul thinks he's disgusting. Of course Paul doesn't dislike him, just thinks he's disgusting. Ringo and George don't really care. They all love Grace but George. George finds her annoying and constantly has to bite back his tongue. They all really enjoy Kevin and Anya. Even to the point they offered Anya to come to America with us at the end of the month. Her mother shot that down before the sentence even left her mouth.
While Jeremy's family is normal except his mother is way too smothering of her two sons, Grace's is a circus. Her two younger brothers climb up and on everything. When you walk in, they bite at legs like dogs. Her mother and father are that crazy couple that's always happy and the older brother's are bums. One brother, he has a two year old daughter and a girl that dresses like a whore. That's what Brian told me. The other brother is a couch potato that lives with his eyes glued to the T.V screen. Anya and Kevin's parents are strict and you always have to say Mr. and Mrs. Martinez. Grace's parents try to act young so they make you call them Claudia and Jon.
Since John and Cynthia are very young, they're bright and fun but Mr. and Mrs. Martinez are old and boring. The only good thing about going to their house is I get to eat good food. Cynthia can't cook to save her life and John…can you really picture John cooking dinner? I laugh to that. I tried to cook dinner once but I guess I adapted the new Lennon tradition of horrible cooks.
My group of friends are lovely mostly because I've never had any before. I guess I could count the others but it's difficult. George acts like a brother and Paul gives me awkward talks. Ringo is my shoulder to rest and cry on. John is weird. He sort of flows with different personalities; sometimes he yells at me and others he holds me. He even ignores me sometimes. I think I rather him yell at me because at least he knows I'm there.