Sadie   And after that: silence. Again. A-fucking-gain. Anya is just staring at the fire most of the time, and I can sense that the heat of the fire is turning her cheeks red. Is that how nature works? Biology? Well, fuck school. The nature sounds seem calming but I don’t want Anya to feel this uncomfortable I clear my throat. “Look,” I said after gulping down my third bite of smores--I can’t finish them all with my companion feeling…not alright. Finally, I caught her attention with this. “I don’t know if I should ask this but I would rather cut off this silence instead of watching poor innocent lives slowly dying for our sake.”  She cocks her head to the side and looks at me with fu

Sadie   Sadie, you can do it. Just jump! I can hear the voices in my head cheer but this one voice of mine disagrees with the rest and is trying to shout louder than the crowds which leaves me a little undecided. You don’t wanna leave Anya there. And It’s true: I don’t. But she knows already. She has my phone and my password, and she’s probably watching them right now. I have to get this over with before she catches me here. Half of my feet are now on the edge of the cliff, as I watch little rocks falling. I can barely see the ground from here—The beautiful trees are almost covering it. Well, at least I

On the other side of the world, Last year, Georgia and Sadie were finalizing their research paper in Georgia's place while getting drunk since her mom was away for another local hairstyling competition. Georgia hates it whenever her mom is gone for long since she has to be the one in charge of their hairstyling business. But not now, for she has Sadie. After finalizing their research, they sit on the floor cross-legged as they play games while drinking. "Drink responsiiiiblyyyyyy!" Sadie shouts out as their bottle clanks together in the air before they start chugging. It's her first time drinking—Georgia is 19 while Sadie will be 18 next year, "But it's just one year left, so why not enjoy it?" Georgia told her. Besides, Sadie is excited about drinking anyway, so she can't control the peer pressure. "Just for this time, we can drink again next year." That is what they both agreed on. Sadie says 'drink responsibly' in replacement for cheers when they first drank the bottle. When Geo

Sadie I never want to tell Georgia this. Reason 1: I won’t tell Georgia about my almost suicide because I know how she talks to me whenever I--accidentally--brought it up; 2: She would hate any of it. What surprises me is that Anya must have not told her either, which I am very thankful for. But why would she not tell? “Georgia.” I started calmly. “The plan is only between me and Anya. It doesn’t matter if you know-” “Why is it that you guys don’t wanna tell me? Do you not trust me? How is it so important that only you two need to know?” “Georgia-” “I am your friend, aren’t I, Sadie?” Shit. Not the friend card. Why is it always the friend card? “Sadie?” Georgia called to me, away from my thoughts and back at her. But I only look at her for a second. I put my hands behind me as I start to fidget--It would be embarrassing for them to see this, mostly Anya. Fuck! What should I say? “Why do you want to know?” Anya blurted out. Why is she doing this? “Because I said so?” Georgia

Chapter 29SadieI remain seated on Georgia’s couch, where most of the customers sit and wait, and now I feel like one. I hate what Georgia will do to my hair--all full of colors and rainbow shit--but I see how she cuts people’s hair, and she does them successfully at least ninety percent! I could trust her to convince me in making me like the look.To lessen my boredom, I try to write songs but it doesn’t work when I force my brain to come up with meaningful lyrics. I ended up writing whatever comes up on my mind (I can’t tell apart/ The beating on my heart/ Is this love or is this just anxiety/Making this already shitty life hard for me.) I am nervous that Georgia’s deep hatred for Anya will affect her cutting Anya’s hair but it didn’t. From here, short hair looks so good on her. It’s the haircut I always wanted but my mom told me “It’s not very holy in the eyes of God.” It’s not like I am taking off my clothes though! Or maybe hair is the clothes of my naked head. But if so, where