Friendship Like Butterfly Wings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 20, 2017

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Friendship Like Butterfly Wings.

It’s strange isn’t it, how friendships made in High School can be so different. Some are strong and will survive through anything, lasting year after year after year. Then others, they’re easily broken, fragile like butterfly wings.

Hannah was talking and joking and messing around. The conversation turned to hair and how she just so loved being blonde. She looked at me and said, “You don’t know what you’re missing. All the guys love blondes.”

I just laughed back. “Hey, Hannah, I’ve always had really dark hair and always will. Could you imagine me with your blonde locks. Sure, lots of people reach for the peroxide but it’s rare for it to look good on someone that it’s not natural for....skin shades, you know.”

Tricia looked daggers at me. Too late, I realized she’d just taken the bleach pledge, and her hair was now a well and truly, unnatural blonde.

“Don’t look like that, Tricha. I was talking about people my Mom’s age. Us teenagers, well, we’re not expected to always look normal....err...natural!”

She didn’t say a word to me, went storming off. “Take no notice,” said Hannah. “She’s always getting wound up over something.”

The days went past and Tricia stayed away. Whenever I caught sight of her, she was staring daggers at me. Clearly, I’d not been forgiven. I’d made myself an enemy and she was not one that would not fight back. The question was what would she do and when would she do it.

The rumours started flying around the class; Donna fancies Kevin. And I wouldn’t deny it, for it was true. Only Hannah knew that we were actually dating. Tricia was just shooting herself in the foot.

Then she started on the web. Everyone was sent the same thing; ‘Donna loves Kevin! He could do so much better.” And she’d post pictures, photo-shopped, of Kevin with a variety of girls including herself. I was supposed to be upset, in tears, how could he be treating me like that. The thing was, all these so-called snaps were taken when he, in fact, was with me.

Hannah was the one who suggested it. “Make a big announcement. In the canteen would be good. Let’s face it, this school could do with a bit of romance.”

“I’ll ask,” I said, but I wasn’t sure Kevin would go for it.

I needn’t have worried, Kevin, always the showman, was happy to oblige.

The canteen was packed, everyone chatting, eating, laughing and joking around. I was standing not too far from Tricia’s table when he came in. He stood right in front of me, turned on his phone and belted out the lyrics from an old Lena Lovich song; “It’s you, it’s you, only you; well, I know what I want and I’m sure I can get it.” And he fastened his arms around my neck, pressed his lips against mine, and we both lapped up the cheers.

Tricia was seen hastily making for the exit and she was noticeably absent for the rest of the day. When Monday came around Tricia was back, hanging around with her new set of friends. Her hair was no longer blonde but very dark brown. Maybe someone should have told her that really dark colors don’t look natural either – skin tone and all that!


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