Behind Jealous Eyes
Why does everyone like her? Everything about her is sick. Her everlasting patience, the sweet maple sugar voice, and the way she tries to find good in everyone. Even her voice has a soft, pleasant church bell ring. Jamie Sullivan. It's like she's not human. She's so…perfect. Maybe that's why Landon fell under her spell.
Church in Beaufort was huge. I was a normal Christian girl who attends church regularly for only reason, not to burn down "there." Jamie, on the other hand, worships anything that is related to church. Maybe it's a genetic thing, for her father's a minister, but, in this damned world, she's the only person I know that carries a Bible.
We were friends. I know, it sounds pretty amazing, but thank God it was only in elementary school. I didn't know any better. I moved into Beaufort in the middle of third grade and kids don't usually go up to the new girl and start talking as if they shared blankies together. Jamie, who was sweet ever since she was born, walked over to me and asked nicely if I wanted to play hopscotch with her. I did.
We entered middle school and I was beginning to get tired of the way she never picks a fight with me or even raise her voice. I wanted a friend who I could joke with, get crazy with, quarrel with, scream with… I started to give more and more excuses to her saying I was busy so I couldn't bake cookies for sick ole' Mrs. Brown. "Fine," she would answer in this untroubled, understanding voice. Instead of making me feel guilty, I would feel annoyed.
I met Eric and his posse in high school and that's when my tie with Jamie completely broke off. Fern, a dark-haired badass girl, taught me how to really live life. I transferred from a quiet, timid Girl Scout into a hair dyed, strutting peacock. I dated and dumped so many guys that I wanted to switch schools to have a new swarm of men to play with. But there was one guy that I actually thought about when I study, when I walk down the hallways. He drove me insane.