Before I proceed to my car to meet up with Em, I make sure to stop by my locker to pick up my things. As I walk by a group of jocks they all wave to me and yell things at once.

Being me and all, I'm used to this, so I just smile and greet them, but I don't stop. When I arrive at my locker I open it in a rush.

I need a coffee.

My locker is decorated with the pictures of me and Emmagin. There is also one picture hung up behind the others. Everyone once in awhile I take a peek.

I smile, as I glance at my most beloved photograph. My dad and I are wearing matching baseball caps as we walk through the streets of Rome during which I was twelve. Since then, we’ve only been able to spend no more than half a day together ,every once in awhile.

As for my mother, well she never seemed to care about me.

A football lands a few feet from me and draws me out of my haze. I roll my eyes and open up my purse.

Unfortunately, I have an assignment for homework. Instead of taking home my whole geometry textbook, I snap some quick pictures of the pages that I need. Right as I am about to shut my locker, I hesitate. My writing folder has caught my eye. Trying not to think too much, I slip that into my purse as well.

My feet lead me towards the parking lot. A few more guys check me out and I lift chin just a bit, as I stride by them. I strive to look untouchable as I walk through the halls. If I accomplish that, then no one will ever discover how unhappy I am on most days.

My bright red Mustang GT shines under the sunlight. Leaning up against it, as she casually talks to a group of guys, is Emmagin.

Right as her eyes find me she smiles as if she hadn’t seen me at lunch earlier. That is why she is my best friend. I think she is one of the only people who truly cares about me. I return the smile and give her a hug.
“Boys.” I acknowledge the crowd by my vehicle. They all greet me back, but get the message, as they send me farewells just as fast as hellos.

We both giggle a small amount at that site and slip into my leather seats.

I start the car and turn the music on, but not too loudly, because we have a conversation to cover.

“Em! I never asked, how was everything with your boy this weekend?”

With a quick glance at her, and then back to the road, I discover her smile, which answers it all.

“It was amazing! He took me out to sit in the back of his trunk to watch the stars….”

She rambled on about how it started to rain, but that didn't matter. Because, he, of course, just decided that he wouldn't let it ruin their night. They got back in his truck and drove back to his house. From there, he tried to light a fire, but, of course, that didn't work out either. Finally, he just said those three words that she had been waiting to hear for months.

“Aw, that's great. I'm really happy for you” my voice is filled with sincerity.

But deep down, I'm jealous. I want what she has. But I haven't been able to find love yet. For me, it doesn't work as well, because I have this reputation that I can't seem to escape from.

Thankfully, Starbucks is close enough to school that the conversation has ended.

As soon as we walk in, Em rushes to the bathroom, due to the old lady bladder that I always tease her about. And of course, she can't deny it, because it’s true.

I order our drinks. For me, a non-fat cappuccino, and for Em, an Oprah Chai Latte. I pay with my gold Starbucks card and I am pleasantly surprised with a free drink. Maybe it’s not that bad of a day after all.

After waiting two minutes for our drinks, I snatch us a table and begin to take out my schoolwork.

She heads toward our table with a gleam in her bright green eyes. “You bought my drink! Thank you, I love ya.”

“Anything for my bestie” I send her a wink and we both laugh.

Although from here on, it’s homework time. Em might not know everything about me, but she knows that I am more into my grades than most assume and that I care about my school work. She does as well because we both aspire to get into college. I mean, we may be “typical white girls” but, we're not stupid.

Forty-five minutes go by and I've finished up my final draft of a history essay on the “Monroe Doctrine” and I have almost completed my geometry when my phone dings.

I have a timer set, so we don't stay here too long. Emma begins to clean up her things, while I quickly get a refill on my decaf coffee. When I return, she has politely cleaned up my schoolwork as well. I acknowledge this with a tired smile and scoop up my things.

When we arrive back at my car I yawn. Without saying anything, Emma grabs my keys and slides into the driver's seat. Right as my butt hits the passenger seat, I doze off.
**

“Sabrina?” I flinch as Em gently shakes me awake.

She leads me into my own house. We watch “Mean Girls” or at least I watch the beginning. Once again I fell asleep.

When I awaken I'm alone, and my worst fears return to me. My house is so large that every small noise echoes. It’s terrifying because I never have anyone with me. My parents are usually off doing something business related. Sometimes I sit out by the pool and that is usually less nerve wrecking, but I'd rather not always smell like sunscreen. Without that, I'd burn like a crisp.

As I make my way to the kitchen, I pass too many rooms to count. Most people consider me spoiled. But, I'd rather live in a shack, if it meant that my parents would be around. The only word to describe my house is lonely.
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Hey again! Consider this second chapter edited as well! I'm sorry if there are slight changes in the plot, but I didn't have a choice.

My earlier writing was very un decent. Thanks for understanding! :)