DISCLAIMER: as previously stated, Mrs. Stephanie Meyer owns all except Amy. I am not her therefore I only own Amy & co.
Chapter 2
A Faded Neon
Amy's POV:
I looked down at my neon green sneakers. I knew I was wearing that pair of shoes for a reason, that they had some significance that I had not realized when I put them on. It was because these where the shoes I wore on my first day of school in the city. My first day in a school that was nothing like the generic suburban school….
I looked down and admired my lime green shoes, I thought maybe my shoes and I could last through 8th grade in the city and then go to a boarding school back home. But I couldn't be happy, if my parents thought I was happy in the city they would never pay for the boarding school. "Elo theh,"(hello there) said a chubby tall-esk girl with a fake British accent. "Mind if I sit theh?"
"Yea I do, you don't want to sit with me, I'm an outcast," I lamely improvised.
She snorted like a deranged pig and sat down next to me. Dropping the crappy fake British accent she said, "A bit early to be an outcast don't you think? I don't think you've even met anyone yet!"
"Well then I'm a self-proclaimed outcast," I snapped back.
"Whatev," she said, "I'm Hannah, I like your shoes. They are a lovely shade of neon."
"There not neon, they're lime green." I replied, still trying to get her to leave me alone.
"I must disagree," she replied, "lime green can be dull, though it is normally bright. Those shoes are practically glowing, therefore they must be neon!"
I could nearly hear Hannah's confident voice in my head, such a mundane memory, yet it seemed to hold some meaning. I hadn't worn these shoes since 8th grade. They had 'Amy & Hannah BFFs written on the rubber toes. The marker was so dried in that I had to scrub for a whole hour to get it off. I wonder why I bothered.
Bella's POV:
I have what some might call a new friend. I think she may be the closest thing I have left to a friend. She is the only one of my so-called 'friends' who does not try to talk to me. Her name is Amy, she is the strange new girl. Our friendship was sort of weird, I count her as a friend, yet we have never said a word to each other, we walk side by side though we show no signs of recognition of each other's existence. On some level we understand each other; we see that the other is suffering from who-knows-what. We don't ask about each others, past and we just sit together at lunch, wallowing in self-pity, she listens to her music, I trying not to cry. My life drags on, day after painful day without him. Without Edward. Without a heart to call my own. I wish he would come back, return my heart to me. I grip at the whole in my chest, trying to keep myself in one piece.
Author's Note:
Nothing much to say…. Just please REVIEW!