She’s a Friend of Mine
July 10th, 2014
Andy sat in the grass beside me, her long, brown hair sticking to her exposed shoulders in the white hot Nevada sun. We sat in the dark green grass of the public park a few blocks away from my house, staying as far as possible from screaming kids with melted popsicles dribbling off their chins and their parents who crowded the park bench, taking photographs of their little monsters. Andy always stayed away from them because they’d always point or stare or make a comment about the purple fire-mark that started from the top of her left cheek and spread to her chin. Those people were idiots for focusing on the little details about her and not the whole damn painting. She resembled the dandelion she plucked from the grass in her white dress that blossomed out from her waist, covering her knees but exposing her ugly, tan cowboy boots( always had terrible taste in shoe wear). She lifted the dandelion to her lips and smiled, closing her big, Nevada-sky blue eyes. She sat like that for a minute before closing them, turning to face me and pressing the dandelion to my lips, tickling my button nose.
“Make a wish!” she said. I sighed sitting up from my comfortable position in the grass.
“Don’t you have any wishes to make?”I asked. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Of course! But there are lots of dandelions and clovers and thirteens to wish on. And I being a good friend is giving you the first wish,” she said. I chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t thirteens unlucky?” I asked. She groaned in frustration.
“Y’know what I mean. Come on, Nora! We’re about to go to high school, you’re going to need some luck! Give in to my zen-oneness-good-luckiness.” she said, brushing the dandelion against my nose.
She was right, I could you use some zen-oneness-good-luckiness. Unlike Andy, I was still in the awkward eighth grader stage. My blond hair was always switching between dry and frizzy to so curly I can’t brush it, so I always kept it in two long braids that made me look like Pippi Longstocking’s dorky sister. It didn’t help that I looked like a broomstick with legs and arms and was covered from head to toe in freckles. I grabbed the dandelion, thinking about my wish.
“Okay...I wish that I survive high school and that you will always have enough lucky charms to keep yourself amused.”I said. She chuckled as I blew on the dandelion, the little puffs floating gently in the wind.
God I wish I had chose a better wish.

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Chapter 2

September 15th, 2014

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