New chapter! It's pretty long, I'm proud of myself :)
Sunlight streams in through my window. My eyes are closed. I am sleeping. The bright light penetrates through my eyelids, and I get up, moaning and stretching. Today is Friday, and the thirteenth of November. I walk over to my bathroom, and brush my teeth. It's too late to take a shower, so I just walk into my closet and get dressed, then head downstairs. My mom is asleep on the couch, my dad is at work. I grab a granola bar, then walk out the door.
The sky is gray and cloudy, but sunlight manages to pour through the clouds. The street is alive with speeding cars and kids on bikes. I am thankful for my thin brown sweater, the air outside is cold, and I'm slightly shivering. Cars whizz by, and birds chirp overhead. The scene is way too optimistic for my liking.
I walk to school. On the front steps, Taylor, Nick, Joe, Kevin, and Alex sit. They snicker as I walk past, and I can hear Alex whispering to Taylor, most likely about me. Taylor nods in agreement, then glares at me.
This Taylor is absolutely nothing like the girl who used to be my best friend. The Old Taylor was kind, outgoing, and never had a bad thing to say about anyone. Alex has transformed her into her little bitch. Taylor is now cold, and doesn't care about anyone's feelings but her own.
Ever since she's come to town, I've had no friends. Alex has taken everything from me- my friends, my crush, my LIFE. She's made my life living hell. Everything that I had worked hard for, she's taken away from me. And I've let her.
It's funny how I could transform from being the queen of the school one day, then wake up the next morning, and have no friends. It's funny how I had a bad feeling about Alex from the start, but didn't do anything about it, didn't do anything to keep my reputation up. It's as if I gave my popularity to Alex without putting up a fight.
I'm sitting in my fourth period Language Arts class. The class is completely silent. The only noise comes from pens scratching on paper. The teacher is chewing gum and sitting in front of the computer. Alex is in this class. And, she sits directly behind me. She's smacking her gum, and I can smell the strong flavor- watermelon. She's done with her assignment, so she finds entertainment by kicking the back of my legs, and poking my back with her pencil. I try my best not to snap at her, but it's getting hard. I sit for the next thirteen minutes, putting up with her poking and kicking.
When the bell rings, I send a silent thank-you to God. I scramble out of the classroom, determined to get out before Alex. My next period is free period. Since it's only fifth period, and it's Friday, my teacher's have given us a break on homework. I head to the computer lab. I find an empty computer in a far back corner, away from everybody else, and sit down, logging in. I waited for the computer to boot up, and load my settings. I got online, and checked my e-mail. Most of it was junk. I logged out, and went onto YouTube. I click on a John Mayer song that I like, then go onto Word, and begin to type up an entry for my journal.
11-13-09
My life sucks. It's the truth. Harsh and unfair, but totally true. Alex makes me want to cry. I don't, but when I see her with my ex-best friends, I want to sink down against my locker and begin bawling. But I don't, cause that would be totally embarrassing, And the last thing I need is another reason for her to mock me. I miss them- Taylor especially, Nick, Joe, and Kevin. I really do. They've changed. All of them. But there's Alex to thank for that. But I'm not giving up. They can change back to who they were before Alex came. I know they can. It's not any of their nature to act like this. Three months earlier, if I had been asked if there was one thing that I would have guessed that Taylor would become, it would be what she is now. We would go on shopping sprees from six in the morning to midnight, laughing the entire day. Now, a permanent sneer resides on her face. It haunts me, mocks me into the darkest hours of midnight. I have no one, no friends to call at two in the morning when it seems like my world has fallen apart. No Taylor to swallow whole pints of ice cream with. Nobody to have movie nights in our pajamas with, giggling and loading up on the sugar. Nick, Joe, and Kevin would be the ones who would make me laugh when all I wanted to do was die. They were the reason for my smile. I thought of Kevin and Joe as my older brothers, and we were incredibly close. Nick- I was- and still am- completely in love with him. And there's nothing worse than knowing that he doesn't return the feeling. I see him with her, giggling, and touching, and whispering in her ear, making her laugh. He kisses her hair gently, and she smiles up at him. He buys her flowers, brings her chocolate. She drags him into cheesy romance movies at the theater, and he sits through them- something he never did with me. I can't help but wish that it was me he was kissing, seeing movies with, presenting with flowers. I've lost all of that, thanks to Alex, and I would give anything just to have my old life back.
I stopped typing, and glanced to the clock on the upper right hand side of the computer screen to check the time. I had taken longer than expected. I quickly printed my page and shoved into my personal journal. I clicked out of Word and shut down the computer. After pushing in my chair, I walked to the front of the computer lab and waited for the bell to ring, signaling that it would be time for me to head to lunch.
The bell rung just then, loud and piercing. People scrambled out of the lab, all desperate to get into the lunch line before everyone else. I took my time. Just like any other day, I'd brought my lunch from home, and no specific place to sit in the cafeteria, so I sauntered to my locker, not bothering to rush. I spun the knob to clear it, then entered my combination, and my locker opened easily. I neatly organized my binders on the top section of my purple locker shelf, then took my brown paper bag lunch from under the shelf. I pushed my way through the dense sea of people all heading the same way, and made my way down to the cafeteria.
I don't have anywhere to sit. I have no friends who save me a seat anymore. Most of the cafeteria is full. People sit with their friends, their group of people. Jocks sit with the jocks, cheerleaders with the cheerleaders, the Math Club people with their own. And, of course, sitting at the head of a table meant for ten, Alex sits with Taylor at her side. They are laughing, their heads turned together, curly blonde meeting pin straight dark brown. Nick, Joe, and Kevin are also smiling. The brothers are sitting in a triangle, each one staring at one of the others with amusement in their eyes. Nick is waving his arms wildly, obviously theatrically reenacting something.
Then he sees me. I'm still staring at him, like the idiot that I am. I can't take my eyes away from his chocolate brown ones. It's been so long since I've looked into them. I see something in his eyes, before he turns back to his brother, and kind of shakes his head, as to get a thought out of his head. I see sadness, longing, even pain. I've always been the one who could read him the best. I can tell what he's feeling when he doesn't even know. He knows this too, and it used to annoy the heck out of him.
I am still standing in the middle of the cafeteria, staring at the table where I used to eat lunch. It's been inhabited by my replacement and the wannabes that used to be my best friends. I glance around the large cafeteria quickly, scanning for an empty seat. And, I finally see one, a tiny table that has the Skateboard Club one side, and, you guessed it, Alex and her posse on the other. I'd rather not stand and eat my lunch, so I slowly make my over to the table. I place my lunch down, and sit on the side of the table farthest away from Alex. I fish my iPod Touch out of my pocket, and scroll down the lengthy list of songs in my library. I plug the earbuds in my ears, and the music begins playing, - John Mayer's Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- drowning out the noise in the room. I focus on his calming voice and finish off the rest of my lunch. I take the headphones out of my ears about three seconds before the dismissal bell buzzes. I wrap the cord around the iPod, and stuff it back into the pocket of my jacket. People all around me scatter, rushing to their next class. I take my time, my next class is AP English, not to far from the cafeteria.
Alex gets up to throw her trash away. The trash can is right next to me. I try to avoid her piercing eyes, but she is glaring at me. I divert my eyes, pretending not to see her, and I gather the rest of my lunch to throw away. I stand up to walk away, but the only way that isn't completely blocked by people is by Alex, and I don't want to be late, so I just walk past her. As I do, she hisses, "Better watch it, Cyrus. I know what you're planning to do, and if you even try to take my friends away from me, I can and will make your life hell." Too late. I think, and do all I can not to roll my eyes. By the time I think up a clever response, I look up, and she is gone. Back to her friends- my friends.
I have no clue what she's talking about. I didn't even know that I was planning anything to get my friends back until she brought it up. And then I realized that I would have to, for two reasons: 1. I would get my friends, the people who meant everything to me, back. And, 2, it would seriously piss Alex off. I smile to myself as I begin to think if a plan. Alex obviously doesn't know who she's dealing with. I may be sort of a loser now, but if she thinks that she can get away with living the life that I had set up for myself, she's got another thing coming.
I, Miley Cyrus, am going to get my friends and former life back. And, I, Miley Cyrus, am going to beat Alex Russo at her own bitchy game.
How'd you like it? I'm pretty excited with where this story is going. I also think my writing has improved, what about you? Anyways, can I ask for five more reviews for the next chapter? Thank youuu!