Make
Believe
Crunch, Crackle, Thiss, I was walking home from school, sorrowfully. If all the days were either black or gold, this one seemed the blackest black. Jake had decided today that I was much to young to be his best friend. Oh, but I wasn't, what difference was a year anyway? Jake now swooned over my sister, Lisa, not unlike every other boy in the world. He was surely following her like a puppy. I hated Lisa; everyone liked her way too much.
I began to imagine … like I did whenever I felt unhappy. I was a princess, and Lisa was an evil witch … yet it wasn't much fun anymore since Jake wasn't there to be Prince Charming and help make up the story with me. I kicked a rock. I heard footsteps behind me, a voice "
Emma …" it was Jake, I didn't turn around. I was much too mad at him to speak to him at that moment, so I ignored him and kept walking.
"I don't like you anymore Jake, go away!" I said, he caught up with me and walked silently next to me for a time.
"Sorry," he said. I turned towards him, pursed up my lips and glared at him. Planning to yell at him, but I looked up into his green eyes and didn't, my scowl melted off. Why did he have those godforsaken eyes?!
"You forgive me?" he asked, throwing me a sideways glance.
I met his eyes "Are we still friends?"
"Yup."
"Best friends?"
He hesitated "Always."
I smiled, "Good, it's not the same making up stories without you,"
His own smile left, "Uh, Emma, umm … dontcha think were getting a little old for it?"
"Old for what?" I knew what he was talking about, but I played stupid about it to hold off his saying so.
"Make-believing," he said, cramming his hands into his pockets. I could have cried, he had always loved making up stories and role-playing with me, who would ever be a better Prince Charming?
"You didn't think so yesterday. …" I said, looking to the ground. His shoes were nicer than mine.
"I know Emma, but you know it's embarrassing …" I was shocked, angry, miserable! Just because a couple of boys had taken a fondness of teasing him about me he was ready to grow up? Ohhh! What a fool he was sometimes! And that's just what I told him!
Jake was silent for a moment, he opened his mouth, yet nothing came out. A sharp breeze came and tousled his blonde hair as well as my auburn red waves. Jake started to walk again and I followed him, even though I was angry to the bursting point.
"Don't hate me, please, Emma …" he said after a while of walking, we were nearing our houses already.
I didn't answer, I still felt angry even though it was a stupid little thing.
"Emma …" he said.
"Don't tell me," I told him and walked to my house. Still acting like a stupid little girl over what seemed like almost nothing.