Azael

We were heading to the third-grade prom. Jason Cooper, my best friend, was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. My best friend, Alison McCartney, was in the back seat, right in the middle. We have always been inseparable, like the three musketeers. That same year, we had decided to go together to the prom, Ali and Jason had rejected a lot of girls and boys; I rejected a few, but not as many as my best friend.-I think you should put your belt on- I snapped at Alison as she fastened mine. Jason was already wearing it.-I don't want my dress to wrinkle. -She complained, observing her pretty red dress with one leg in the air, which highlighted her curves.She wore her blonde hair in a bun, letting two strands fall on her forehead, she was heavily made-up making her light blue eyes stand out and if she stood up, she would surely take two heads off me with those heels.I was wearing a simple black dress with the back in the air, my hair flowing, and with

When you have everything planned in life, you know that something can always go wrong.Because if something is clear to me, it is that things never go as you expect.Finish high school, get a scholarship to study abroad, or go to one of the best universities in Brooklyn with your best friends; finish my degree, have money, a house, a life ...But suddenly, something goes wrong, that switch is turned on that has to screw everything up, that damn switch. And you don't know what to do anymore. You are lost and aimless, you have lost the anchor that held everything, your point of support, and you just want to go back ...It's been two weeks since I found out about her loss ... Just two weeks and it feels like years. But I can't stay permanently in shock. My father always taught me that I must get ahead despite everything, and now more than ever I am not going to fail him.-Honey, there are fifteen minutes until high school begins. - My mother watches m

-So you hit Cara Styles?- My mother asks with her mouth open- That girl is a bitch.-Mother! - she exclaimed as I laughed at her behavior.-She had it well deserved- she says, clashing my hand with hers as she watches me leaning on the chair and with the kitchen towel in her other hand.-But that's not the important thing, I'm telling you that I saw the man who killed Ali- she murmured in a lower tone.My mother sighs.-Honey, you hit yourself very hard ... Are you sure it was him?-Sure- I say carrying the breakfast plate to the kitchen- Yesterday I was waiting for my mother all day, but she was in an operation and she arrived very late so I had no choice but to tell her now, just before going to high school.- He took me out of the car, I will never forget his face.-You should listen to Lailah, Monique- Jim says as he starts to wash my plate- When she's sure of something ...- she sighs. I raise a hand to

I blink several times when I look in the mirror. The first thing I think about is, is this me?-Wow- I say, turning over myself. You did a great job.-I know- Gigi says proudly, pretending to wipe away a tear.I do not know where this dress came from and it is not for throwing me flowers, but it seems that it is made to measure for me. It is pastel pink and with them back in the air, two thin and long straps hold my shoulders and make me double my neckline. It's perfect, although I see it a bit risky for a party at a teenager's house, full of teenagers with bouncing hormones, Gigi has insisted. I check my hairstyle, I wear my hair down, wild style with ringlets that fall almost to my waist.I can't help but think of Ali. The one who used to fix me was her. I remember when she tied me to a chair just because I didn't want to wear makeup and she didn't convince me. If only I could see her one more time ...A tear is about to fall down my cheek but I

-Wake up fucking! What do I have to do to get someone to listen to me in this house !?- I hear a shrill voice yell in my ear. Someone is shaking me and touching my balls. Not literally.I open my eyes and see Lailah taking the sheets off her, but when she sees that I'm in boxers she turns red and puts them back on. She is wearing pink pajamas with bunnies.-You know, you should get up now, because ...- Now you see- she interrupted when I get out of bed and stretch.-Oh God! - she covers her eyes with one hand and turns around in shame- My parents are downstairs! What do you think you're doing?!I yawn. I don't care. Her parents shouldn't be surprised that her daughter had someone sleeping in her house and boxers. She is a teenager, right?- And?- I ask with a shrug- You're very exaggerated, Lailah.She puts on that incredulous face that she makes when I hurt her pride.-Lailah, honey! -the voice of her mother sounds downstairs