The next day, I didn't even want to go to school. I laid in bed, dreading the walls of that building. Not that I didn't already. Just this time, I had a much greater degree of dread, and a much greater cause. My mother, after yelling at me to get up, finally barged into my room, in a rampage.
"Cecelia Jones." She yelled. "Get your butt out of bed right now young lady!" I groaned. Adults would never understand. I hated it when they said stuff like, "when I was your age, " or "I was a kid just like you once." If they were really a kid just like us, they wouldn't do a lot of the stuff they do, because it hurts the kid's goddamn feelings. But no, let's make all the dumb parenting mistakes our parents made. That sounds like fun!
"I know you don't want to go to school, but you have to." She said, starting the lecture she gives me every time I overslept or fake being sick(and is caught. *wink*)
"You don't know anything, Mom." I said, irritated. I was always more irritable when I was tired. My mom let out a huge sigh.
"You, know sweetie, I was a kid, just like you once," She said, attempting to begin the extremely clichéd lecture parents always have to give you, thinking it will help their case. I scoffed.
"Yeah. Sure you were." I interrupted her. "But I'm still not going to school." She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, CeCe. Even when you have a test you never get this defiant. What happened?" I sighed. I knew she really didn't care. She just wanted to get me to school. But I couldn't help it. I spilled to her everything.
"Günther? Your friend Günther? The one who watches Flynn sometimes? The one who—"
"Okay. I get it Mom. And he's not my friend, and has never, and definitely will never, be my friend."
"Hmm... That's funny. I remember having a daughter named CeCe who met two kids named Tinka and Günther in her dance class when she was just about through kindergarten and became instant friends with them. I remember she even described Günther as her bestest friend in the whole world, and was so excited when they started first grade at her school. But that little girl seems to have been replaced with an alien with a best friend named Rocky and Günther and Tinka her enemies." I lowered my head. It wasn't like she was lying. They had been my best friends, until first grade when I met Rocky.
I didn't want to admit it, but at that time I wasn't that great of a dancer, unlike now. I looked at how Rocky was dancing and instantly felt envious. We typically ignored each other, but I was upset that day and was complaining up a storm. She talked to me and instantly a friendship began. She told me I didn't suck, and that Günther and Tinka, also in that dance class, were way worse. Throughout the year, I started to avoid them, considering myself much too cool to be their friend, because I had Rocky.
Then middle school happened, and people started bullying them, for dressing different. Sparkles and feathers and yaksuits. Their Mercian accent, which was sort of a mix between a Dutch accent, a Swedish accent, and a German accent. Apparently if you'd never heard of the country, you can trash it. Although, I admit, I did so as well, most of the time with Rocky at my side. I didn't know why people thought she was nice and sweet. I mean yeah, she got much better grades than me, got in trouble way less, and did good deeds more often, but she wasn't really a goody-goody two shoes, like people thought. She tried to get the perfect attendance in school, not because she wanted to, but because of her parents strictness. They were really mean, when they wanted to be. Rocky also tried much too hard to get revenge, and she loved to be the center of attention and always win. Cindy Chow, the head cheerleader and teacher's pet drove her crazy.
I loved Rocky to death, and she was my best friend, but I did have other best friend's before her, like Günther and Tinka for instance, and my kindergarten best friend, Chloë, all three I didn't hang out with anymore, unless working with Günther, who was my modeling coach. In fact, when I realized me and Rocky hung out too much, Rocky got mad and stormed away, and I realized I had no friends besides her. Was that the whole point? Make sure CeCe would never leave Rocky's side. I started doubting we were ever actually friends. I started fuming mentally, before going to my closet and grabbing one of the outfits I never wore anymore.
No guys. Rocky will not be OOC. Anyway, I hope she won't. CeCe just has a... problem thinking things through. you guys should also check out the chapter titles I made up.