It was ugly, so ugly. I forced myself to consentrate on it. The reddish mutalated skin staired back at me. I remember that night I had been "blessed" by God so vividly.
I had been in Mexico, stay with my Aunt and Uncle. Then everything was distroyed and I was in the middle of it, litraly. The whole house went up in flames and I we stuck in that living hell all by myself for half an hour; the longest half an hour of my life. The doctor said that is was a blessing I had come out alive with just a burn, till this day my mother still said that God had blessed me.That's why I have this big ugly burn consuming my leg. I hate it so bad sometimes it makes me physicaly sick.
I glance at my clock. 3:15. I shigh. I'm not good at sleeping, I never have been. Lately it's been worse, I just can't seem to clear my head of thought, they seem to just race around in my head, taunting me and making me restless.
My floors cold but the nights humid; The humidity makes me even more restless. I decided to go get a drink.
I tiptoe down the stairs as quitely as possible, as my parents room is right opposite them. I step delicately avoiding all of my sisters toys strune across the floor, like a mine feild.
The kitchens a welcome site, the fridge makes it usual wirring noise, the tap drips every few seconds and my feet make a tapping noise as I walk across the lino floor to the stainless steel tap.
I sit down in the hard backed wooden chair, placing my glass on the wooden table, it makes a hollow sounds, I feel hollow.
I like the slience of everything, it's like when people are around everything becomes active and noisy but once everyones gone and your the only one left, they seem to stop and noise cesses, I like that.
Sitting here I think of everything. I always think best at night. Then my thought shift to Rueben. Why I don't know. Who was he even? and why would he choose to take an intrest in me? the inviable girl
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Then of course like it always does my thoughts travel back to Gordo and Lizzie. I offtend wonder what they're doing. I imagin Lizzie's at someone's party or maybe at her boyfriend Eric's house. Gordo, well I imagin he too is at a party most likely pastout or in a bed with some girl.
I remember the last time we were together as the three amigos'. It was a the second week into high school. It was a Friday night, we always used to meet up on Friday nights, it was a ritual we swore we would alway carry on.
It was my turn to host and I got the opinion if I hadn't of reminded Lizzie of it then she wouldn't have come. They both came round at about 7ish and we all sat down on my couch in our usual places, but this time it was different, there was tension in the air, we all sensed it. There was a long akward silence, that had never ever happend before that evening. Lizzie broke it.
"Hey so I met a really nice guy in math today." She said, trying her best to not let her tone slip into boredom.
"Oh really." Said Gordo, to tell the truth I think he was pretty crushed that Lizzie and him hadn't started dating after Rome. I think he thought that kiss they shared ment more than just Lizzie's pitty. I felt bad for him. He resembled a lost puppy.
"Yeah do I know him?" I asked
"Oh Miranda, No sorry I wouldn't have thought you would, he's one of Adele's friends." The way Lizzie said it I don't think she ment for it to sound mean, but it did. It sounded like No Miranda you wouldn't know him because I'm now popular and you're not.
That was the last Friday night we spent together and in fact the last time were all in a room together voluntarily. The next week it was ment to be at Lizzie's but she cancled because she got invited to a party she "simply could not miss!" In her words.Then the next week Gordo and Lizzie just didn't show up. After that I couldn't be bothered try and Lizzie and Gordo just didn't seem to care that much anymore.
As time went on Lizzie became miss social and Gordo managed to make friends with Theo; a boy who sat at the back of the class red eyed and completely mashed out of his head, thats is if he came to lessons. And soon enough Gordo or "Dave" as it became followed suit. Then there was just me left, with not a friend to my name except Ian the A.V geek who would follow me around when ever he could, though he soon realised I was 1. never going to go out with him and 2. never going to get out of this rutt I was in. I missed my friends' and my old life. I just missed being me. Friends make us and break us; and can leave you wondering where everything went wrong.