"Come on Sereka, come to the bonfire with me tonight!" Monica begged as she drove through Greenfield. I looked out the window, sighing, watching all the buildings rushed by me, a long with cars that flew by, clearly going faster than the 30 miles an hour speed limit. Many people walked up and down the sidewalks, going in to restaurants and stores, some looking like they have nothing better to do than to just walk around and chat up total strangers. Typical Greenfield. Filled with aimlessly walking people, mostly teenagers, and big buildings covering most of the land, like hair salons and rite aids. A few clothes stores and about one bookstore. One movie theater and a few coffee shops filled with people sitting at tables on their laptops, ordering a cup of coffee every once in a while, truly in there just for the AC. "Sereka!" I heard Monica call, obviously annoyed at my lack of listening.
"Why should I?" I asked tipping my head back. It's just some stupid bonfire. Why does she want me to go so bad? I mean, who wants to go somewhere at night to watch a big fire burn? I don't get it at all. Sure some people go to hang out with their friends, but I don't really have any other friends. I have a few acquintances, but no one I'd go to a bonefire to hang out with. i know that sounds a bit snobby, and makes them seem unimportant to me, but it's just I would rather hang out with Monica at my place and watch movies and talk about something I want to talk about. Not boys which everyone I know talks about all the time.
"You need to hang out with me!" She whined, pulling me back to the conversation. The way she whines always makes me want to laugh. Her short black silky hair that curves into her pale face and makes her blue eyes shine brightly when she titled her head makes her look 14 instead of 17. The way she pouts is like a 10 year old would if they really wanted a cookie they knew they couldn't have. Sometimes I doubt her really being 17 years old. She's got the body of a 17 year old and the heart and mind of a 12 year old.
"I already hang out with you every day!" I laughed sitting up more straightly in her black leather passenger seat in her silver BMW that her mother got her on her 16th birthday. Ever since then, her and I have never ridden the bus to school again. Or any bus for that matter.
"Yeah, either at your house or mine! I think we should go out and do something! You know, be a little more socially aware with what's happening on the outside of our houses," she sighed heavily, speaking loud enough to kick me out of my thoughts.
"Why? And a bonfire? What's so great about a bonfire?" I asked looking out the window again. The dark and cloudy sky zipped by us in a streak of grey. A sort of creepy feeling hung in the air and the clouds formed weird shapes like detailed faces and animals that looked too impossible to be formed by water and chemicals, trees swaying back and forth and the wind travels by them. Who would want a bonfire in this weather?
"Sereka come on, it's something to actually do!" She attempted begging some more, officially whining at me like a six year old. A whole new level for her. A whole new high pitched voice.
"If we go, we'll probably get rained out anyway," I sighed quickly running out of excuses. I've used so many excuses, it's almost impossible to come up with any anymore. Ones she'll believe anyways.
" The weather cast said no rain tonight so that won't be a problem," she shrugged. "Oh Sereka please come! You have nothing else to do! Or do you?" She waggled her eyebrows at me, a common jester, one she usually uses when talking about boys. Every time I try to get out of something, she always assumes i have a secret boyfriend I would rather be hanging out with which is incredibly stupid of her to think. If I did have a boyfriend, i wouldn't keep him a secret. And I definitely wouldn't choose him over my best friend.
"No I don't and both eyes on the road," I scolded quickly as I looked out the window shield, getting tired of the same landscap I keep seeing out of my own window. "I don't feel like being a dead body on the side of the road today."
"Then come! Please! Don't make me follow you inside your house and beg you on my own two knees like a four year old would do for a special treat in front of your parents! You know I will do that if it comes down to it," She threatened in a heavy kind of tone as she pulled up to my house. Her threats can get pretty dark. One moment, she's all bubbly and smiley next, she is hissing threats to you and you can seriously see the black cloud that is hanging over her head and the slim chance of you getting your way in the fight you dared to make with her.
My house is kind of on the outskirts of town so I don't have a lot of traffic making it easy for her to just pull right in and out. In my opinion, the part of town i live in is the quietest. When dark clouds hover over the town, it makes our street look rather haunting. Although the houses may look clean and normal, welcoming even on a normal day, when the wind starts having a tantrum and the clouds start to cry and turn the sky grey and depressing, the houses, the people, turn into weird, spooky surroundings that everybody seems to be uncomfortable with.
"Oh, I'd like to see that," I laughed as I unbuckled my seat belt.
"Please listen to me and come!" she begged one last time. I looked at her pouting, upset face. She really wants me to go. And seeing that makes guilt hit me, making me feel like I'm hitting her with a car and just leaving her laying on a street, with glassy eyes and a deep frown.
"Fine I will come with you to the dame bonfire! Are you happy now?!" I snapped in an annoyed tone.
I would much rather be home, doing absolutely nothing, but she's my best friend and I can see how badly she wants me to do otherwise and I can't say no to her. I can't disappoint her. Last time I did, she didn't speak to me for a week. But that was because I was too angry at her to apologize. But once I did, we were back to being best friends. Getting on Monica's bad or sad side is not somewhere you want to be.
You'll be scared shit-less if you are on her bad side. If you upset her, you got her snickers and pouts, and somehow youwould start feeling badabout what happened when you continuously keep looking at her face. It's like a charm she has on people. She's annoying and can be selfish, yet you can never get yourself to disobey her for long, hate her. Or at least not want to stitch up your friendship that fell apart because of you, well in her opinion.It's always your fault and your always the one who has to apologize.I can remember when Mike Hautron, one of Monica's old boyfriends, got on her bad side. That is one memory I do not want to replay in my head. Let's just say that it ended very loudly.
"Oh yes!!" She said clapping her hands together quickly. "OK so I'll pick you up at 7:00pm and we'll stay for a few hours. It's in Shelburne Falls so you might want to change your outfit, it's going to be chilly tonight." She smiled.
"How can it be chilly? We will be standing near a freaking pile of fire. If anything, we'll sweat to our own deaths." I commented as I got out of the car. Cold at a bonfire? Come on!
"Oh Sereka lighten up! Just pick out a cute outfit that keeps you warm and wear it! I'll be coming around in about 5 hours so you have plenty of time. And no, you cannot cancel on me like you usually do. You're going this time, whether you like it or not." She simply stated.
"Okay, fine I won't." I sighed closing the door.
"OK see you later!" She yelled through the car as she started to drive off.
"Well I guess one night out won't kill me". I whispered turning towards my house.
My house is painted light blue except for the trims around the windows and the door frame. Those are painted a darker shade of blue. It's only one floor but still pretty roomy. I live with my mom and dad so it's kind of like a family home.
I opened the door and walked straight into a hallway that has 3 doorways. The walls are painted a fresh bright white color that makes your eyes hurt if you stare at it. Almost like hospital walls. They make your eyes burn with just a glance at them. The door trims are the same light blue color as the majority of the outside of the house. The color gives the room a comfy, safe feeling. All the doorways are all door less except for the one at the end of the hall. That door is the entrance into my room and I like my privacy so I demanded a door.
The first door frame to my right about a foot away leads into the kitchen. Across from that is the way into the living room. I quickly turned when I heard a voice. My mom is in the living room clearly not noticing my presence and is mumbling to a patch of nothing. Her short brown hair falls from her scalp as straight has a piece of grass, with a little curve at its ends, shooting outwardsletting herintense chocolate brown eyes be noticed. Her skin seems pretty pale, almost albino pale,but in my opinion she is looking good for thirty. Looking good for a thirty year old woman talking to air.
My dad is about the same. Short guy, hair the color of dirt, eyes the color of Carmel and mud swirled into one circle and is a little bit on the tan side on his complexion. He also doesn't look bad for being 37 almost 38. My looks are now pretty obvious. The short brown hair. The brown eyes and the skin that has some paler spots than others. No matter what I do, my skin just goes back to the same shades it has always been. I mean it's not dramatic or quickly noticeable. You have to stare at me for a while to notice the different shades in my skin. And I mean, stare at my skin profoundly to notice it. Usually I wish I had my mothers skin. Her nice soft pale skin that didn't have any imperfections in it. But right now, it's making her look like a crazy sick woman who should be an a asylum. A good looking crazy woman who should be in an asylum.
"No Jarunder, she doesn't know anything. Nothing about her or me or anything about what's to come." She whispered putting her hand on her head.
"Mom where did you put your pills." I sighed walking into the room. She jerked up quickly and gasped when she saw me.
"Sereka, I didn't hear you come in." She whispered staring at me.
"Yeah I guess you were a little busy with your visitor." I sighed looking around the room.
It is a fairly large and square area. The walls are painted a medium bright yellow. The trims are painted a pumpkin orange. The two window curtains are a misty white flowing see through fabric that is only really there for looks. The black television is placed across from the door way. Along with a glass stand it is on and a few plants and books sitting on top of a couple clean smooth looking wooden shelves.
"So," I said looking back at my mom before walking closer to her. "Did you take your pills today?"
"Yes I did and I still think I shouldn't have too!" She sighed exasperatedly. "I'm not crazy."
"You aren't crazy." I whispered. "Just a little unbalanced in the mind, but you will get better Mom." Although the pills seem to be doing nothing to stop this "friend" of hers from coming back.
"I have no idea what they are putting in her medicine but I sure know they need to put more of it in. How's my sweetie?" My dad laughed as he walked in. I looked up to see his brown hair thatlook even dirtier than it usually does, and his big brown eyes glassier. He looks extremely tan which says he was working outside all day. Probably giving out flyers for his boss. Spending too much time in the sun can be very bad for you. Though the tan does make him look younger. And more handsome.
"Oh hey dad." I greeted turning around and giving him a hug.
"How was school?" He asked sitting down in a chair next to my mom.
"Oh it was okay I guess." I shrugged. "Monica is picking me up at 7:00 to go to a bonfire."
"Oh really?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
"She beat me with all her whining and begging." I confessed sheepishly looking down.
"Oh come on, it's one night. Maybe it will be good for you to actually do something." He smiled turning on the television.
"What do you mean?" I protested. "I do things. I do a lot of things!"
"Name one." He challenged.
"OK well that time when I...um when…Well that doesn't matter, okay? I do things! It might not be going out but I do things!" I replied looking all around the room in attempt to avoid his gaze. He just laughed.
"Oh John, stop it!" My mom frowned before turning to me completely serious. "I think that's great Sereka, but if weird things start going on, I want you home immediately."
"What weird stuff could possibly happen mom?" I said shaking my head at her.
"No joke Sereka. Tell me I have your word that you will come straight home if anything suspicious happens." She commanded staring intensely at me.
"Oh Krissy give her a break. It's one night." My dad sighed turning the television volume up.
"Your word." She asked me again ignoring my father's comment.
"Oh...um yeah, sure mom. You have my word." I whispered softly.
"OK." She brightened.
"Okay well I'm going to go into my room now." I said quickly as I walked out back into the hall.
I was opening my door when I thought I heard someone mumble something behind me.Heart pounding, I quickly spun on my heel but no one was there. I shrugged it off. "Must have been the television."
I entered my room with a smile. I love my room. It's a small room but it's cozy. The walls are painted a soft purple color and is the same color as the trims so it all blends together. I remember the fight I had with my mom about my decision on the paint. She hated the idea of my room being all one color. But the very next week, i had her helping me paint everything purple and she was smiling.To add her own touch to it, she mixedperfumes in with the paint before we used it, so it would always smell like lavender which is the best smell in the world in both of our opinions.
The floor is made out of shiny wood that covered the bottom of the house. I wanted to paint that purple too, but my mom refused to let me do it. That was one thing she was not going to give in to. My bed is against one of the walls and is white. My mom bought it in white on purpose. They had purple mattresses, but she said to have another color in my room would be good. The sheets over it though are white and light purple. She bought the white sheets, but I managed to get my dad to go shopping the next day and buy light purple ones to put over them. My mom wasn't too happy, but it's my room and I want purple sheets to go with my walls, so I won the argument.
I only have one window and it overlooks my front lawn. My computer is just in front of it so when I'm on it I can look out the window which sends a peaceful vibe through me. It helps me feel refreshed, happy when i need a boost of energy when I'm typing up a essay or something for school.
I walked over to my bureau and opened it. I pulled out a clean pair of purposely ripped light blue jeans and a black T-shirt that said "Beware, attitude is on the loose." My dad got it for me, as a joke, when he went shopping one day, but it ended up fitting me quite nicely so I wear it.
I grabbed a new bra and some undies and walked out of my room walking into the empty kitchen. It is really small and square shape like every other room in the house. The walls are white while the trims of the door leading to the bathroom are the light blue used on the outside of house. The oven and fridge are next to each other and put sort of in the middle of a wall to center things out. There is a grey rock counter across the room that holds a sink and some room to cut food on and put dishes in.
Right in the middle is a small oval chestnut table where we eat. Not much room but we manage. I walked up to the bathroom door and squeaked it open. The brightness of the room blinds me every time I open the door. My mom cleans it every day until it's so clean, that it feels like if you get it dirty, you would be guilty forcommiting a sin. She doesn't have a job so she found that this keeps her busy. My dad on the other hand, works at a restaurant called "The Mouths Delight." He's one of the main cooks there and I have to admit, he's an amazing chief.
Putting my clothing on the sink I turn on the shower. A little shower before I leave won't do any harm. I started to undress and throw my clothes into the hamper. When I reached my hand out into the water I moaned. The water felt so warm and relaxing. Istepped in and shivered as the water trickled down my neck and back. I picked up a lavender smelling soap and started to wash my body. If I am going out tonight, there's no harm in smelling nice.
About fifteen minutes later, I got out of the shower and started to dry myself off with a towel. I then threw my clothes on and started brushing through my hair. Staring at myself in the mirror I decided maybe just a little make-up would do me some good. I blow dried my hair then put a thick layer of blackeyeliner on with some cover up and pink lip gloss. I'm not much of an eye shadow or mascara girl. Then I turned towards the door and walked out. Looking at the clock I realized I still had three hours until Monica arrived.
"I'll just go watch some television." I shrugged making my way into the living to watch whatever show my dad had on at the moment.
Thankfully it was a show I enjoyed and the next three hours won't be painful. I sat down next to my mom on the other side of her and noticed she seemed a little quieter then usually but I just shrugged it off. Instead of worrying, I got lost in the television show, NCIS,and all my thoughts just disappeared as I watched the actors play my favorite characters. Television is amazing and it really passes time faster than anything else. I hope Monica gets here soon. I'm actually beginning to get excited about this bonfire. And i can't shake off this feeling that something is going to happen there tonight. Something exciting.