Summer ended just as it always does. The last few days of summer had been stretched out so long and when they finally ended, the girls had no idea where they had gone... but that always seems to happen - doesn’t it?
Time was against them. It was the morning of the first day of school, and for the first time in both of their lives, neither of them had laid out their clothes the night in advance. Or gotten up extra early to curl their hair to perfection. No, neither Jocelyn nor Nadine cared about school anymore. Because when no one seems to care about you, well... you tend to share the same feelings for them.
They car pooled. Paul Summers drove the car, and dropped them off in the front of the school to the right of the parking lot. The past summer had been one to remember. So much drama had occurred that it was just one that you didn’t mess with. A summer that’s memories would be next to impossible to tamper with. Because at this time in the girls’ life, all of the drama... it was real.
Real? You can go ahead and ask what I mean. I’ll tell you. Real in the fact that they weren’t the cause of it, and that they weren’t just sitting around and waiting for the drama to happen. It happened naturally. It really happened.
As they entered the halls of the school which they’d had such high hopes for in the past, there was a certain sort of deja vu.
The year before, when they had entered, the girls had expected all eyes to be on them. Or at least a few... but on that day, people were only watching them because Nadine had accidentally gotten toilet paper stuck to her shoe and at the time had no idea of its presence.
But this day was different. It had been a whole year since that incident, and the girls were completely different people... for the better and for the worse.
Nadine was more open with the world, because she found that when she was open with them, they accepted her more... and Nadine Hart had secretly always longed to be accepted into the society that she so sparsely understood.
Jocelyn had gone from being the bubbly girl who you chatted with during math class to a quiet and depressed human being who was stared at and gossiped about for the one outburst that she had performed when she cracked over her parents’ divorce.
But there was one thing that changed... for the complete better.
Both Jocelyn Summers and Nadine Hart were still best friends in a way that no one else in the world could understand. They were each other’s air that flew through their lungs, the blood in their veins, and there was an engraving on each of their hearts that was a contract in pure agreement over the fact that they will be friends forever, and that neither could live without the other. Because when you take one away, it is like taking away one of their kidneys and leaving them with an injured one.
They can survive for a while, but will soon collapse and die.
That is something that you can’t change.
And if you don’t have a friendship like the one that Joss and Nad did, then I don’t think that there is any way that you can understand what I am talking about here. Because it is something that sympathy cannot be shown for. Only empathetic feelings can be excepted for it.
But on a lighter note, when the girls entered the school, all eyes were again on them. Only this time, they all knew why.
Jocelyn Summers and Nadine Hart had started something that doesn’t happen in just any high school...
Joss and Nad had taken down the queen... or the tyrant in this case. And they had done it in public over Facebook. Everyone had seen the picture of Andrea Smith. In fact, the photo had gotten over a hundred and fifty likes on Facebook... not to mention the comments.
I guess you could say that people were quite delighted over the fact that that certain someone who they had always secretly hated had been taken down by someone just like them. A real person. Or people I guess you could say. Because despite the fact that combined, the girls make the perfect person, they are still different people. And this is why when they entered their school on that dreaded Monday morning, everyone cheered. Everyone.
The girls were so happy that they had gained the support of all of their classmates. They were finally accepted. Finally.
And then someone yelled, “Luke! I heard what happened to you!”
Another shouted, “Was it exciting?”
And, “How did you meet her?”
Yes, the crowd hadn’t been cheering about the drama that Nadine and Jocelyn had created the week prior. No, they were more excited over the fact that Luke Stone had been cast in the new Katy Perry video.
No one cared. No one clapped. Or at least not for the girls. Their drama was old news... of course not to Andrea.
Andrea Smith had been threatening them for the past week to take down the picture, and hadn’t succeeded. It was obvious to her and to everyone else that she wasn’t winning this battle, but that didn’t mean that she was going to go down without a fight.
And when Andrea decided that she was going to start a war, she doesn’t get the army, she gets the marines. All of them. Or in this case, Andrea Smith didn’t go to the “popular” girls, the teachers or the principal. No. Andrea Smith went to the district superintendent.
And boy, was he mad. The thing is, he wasn’t mad at Nadine and Jocelyn. He was mad at Andrea. But not exactly for the reasons you would think...
Just a girl...