Just a Picture

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes people just aren't meant to be peaceful with each other. Sometimes things get out of hand for no reason.

Submitted: July 19, 2008

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*In this world, we’re never all the same, but some fit better together then others. Its like a puzzle, you can’t ever fit two pieces that don’t go together into the same spot. It never ends well, that’s why some people, never should have met each other…
 
Her blonde hair flipped over her shoulders and she strutted down the hallway like a catwalk, turning every head. She demanded attention, she commanded appreciation, she was a total bitch, and everyone knew it. Somehow, we had been lying to her for years telling her nobody minded her, and that she was amazing, why? Nobody knows that. Natural instinct for her not to rip us all to shreds I guess…
If you look back a couple years in history and in photographs, you’ll find that I was her best friend in grade 5. I clung to her in that sense, and held her through some but not much of grade 6 also. In grade 7 our friendship, as best friends or anything else was completely gone. Some friendships fade away gently, often its mutual that you’re both sick of each other and you’ll either loosen your grip, just be friends not best friends, or like us, you’ll never speak [peacefully] to each other again. The thing is though, that it wasn’t mutual, I still loved hanging out with her. But she hated me, and dropped our friendship without a word. Just turned and she was gone. I had no choice but to move on, but that didn’t make it any easier. Now, its constant war with us, and I still wish I was her best friend…
 
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In my locker I still keep that picture; it’s my favorite picture. The picture depicts her and I on a rock, both in floor length dresses, hers pink, mine blue. Its sunny out and our high-heeled shoes are at the bottom of the rock. Arm and arm we stand, smiling as though nothing at that moment would ever be wrong. Things were so simple then, and the way the picture shows us so care free about being friends, with the sunlight coming down and well it’s just a favorite memory. So the picture is in my locker. Nobody has ever said a word about it; other then how lovely we both look. (Each at 11 years of age.) However… when she noticed that I had the picture everything went wrong.
Her name is Danielle. And when she noticed a couple of my friends looking at the picture, mainly admiring the dresses and commenting on the fact that the way we are with each other now, it’s amazing this friendship existed only a year or two ago, she had a total melt down over it! I guess it really ticked her off that somebody could remember we ever spoke and laughed together. She snatched the picture from Angela’s hands and gave me the coldest glare. She shoved it back into my hands, snarling at me to never show it to anyone again. I didn’t care. I still let Yasemin see it now, careful not to let Danielle grab for it again. This is when her look fell and faded from her stern, I’m a bitch look to pathetic and pleading. “Carmen, please! I don’t want anyone to see it! Its horrible…” She sounded like a three year old displeased about food, or bedtime, or something like that. Really. “ Danielle it’s just a picture… you need to get over it.” I shot back at her the truth in all simplicity; she should get over some printed colours. (Now she pretty much growled at me, falling back into her usual hateful self.) “Carmen seriously! I hate that picture and you should know it. Put it away before any of my friends see it. Especially the guys!” She had a mixture of things obvious in her voice, restraining herself from yelling, or attacking me. Also regret and pleading, while still trying to sound as though she “knew” she was above me. She wasn’t succeeding at keeping her cool. For the time being I put the picture away, this was music class and she was starting to make scene. I hate it when people make scenes around me, especially her because as much as she is cruel to me the truth above anything remains that, she is more popular, even if I have better friends. She sort of smirked, winning for the moment. She should have known though, by the look in my eyes, this wasn’t over. It was a pretty picture. 
The bell rang for lunch and all students cascaded from the room. My locker wasn’t far from the classroom door and so, upon reaching my locker I slipped the photograph from my binder and replaced it on my locker door. Retrieving my lunch from my bag, I headed to my lunchroom. All was routine for now. 
The rest of my day slipped by pretty flawlessly. I now received chilling glares each time that Danielle passed me, although friends questioned as to how I had earned myself such low acknowledgment, or any acknowledgement at all with her, I just said nothing she was likely just mad because she had nobody better to be cruel to today. Everybody laughed as the conversation topic of her glares melted away. Soon relief of ending bell flowed through the school and the halls filled with all of us, eager to get home, or many of us (her and her friends included) eager to get to the basket ball game taking place in the gym. 
I was crouched at my locker, attempting to dig my winter boots out from the bottom of it. The back stage entrance was maybe 10 feet away from my locker so those coming and going, if they wanted, would have been able to see what pictures I had displayed on my locker door. However…nobody really cares, it’s always been that way so why should it be different today? Well, apparently Danielle had been talking about how she hated that I had this picture, and as her crush, Brandon came around the corner of the stage entrance and glanced at what was on my door. He saw the picture. Casually he walked over and looked at it, he has a right to, I mean… its my picture and there’s nothing about it that I have to hide from him. I wasn’t going to stop him from looking at it. Realizing whom it was, he happened to be holding it and smiling when, the queen of lost hopes came around, Danielle. If she thought it was horrible, and gave me a mouthful over my close friends seeing it, imagine what I got for her crush seeing it! She threw a total freak out in the middle of the hallway. She started, in a high pitch, panic voice to explain to me again about her hatred for the picture and that she told me not to let anyone see it. Although she tried, she failed to sound as commanding and demanding and intimidating as she wished “I told you not to let anybody see it! So you go showing it around the whole school? Or at least to my friends!?!” 
“Danielle…Brandon isn’t the whole school, and I didn’t show him. You can’t rip me to shreds if he saw it. Not my fault if he has eyes, would you rather him be blind?”
”I don’t care if you showed him or he saw it! I told you not to let anybody see it and you let him see it. On purpose or not, you weren’t supposed to and you know it. He’s one of my friends and you know what I said. I hate you! …”
“Calm down Danielle its just a picture.”
Brandon stood looking back and forth between us, obviously not to eager to get involved in any way. In a flash, Danielle completed her melt down over the picture, snatching it from Brandon’s hands with a disgusting and also disgusted look on her face. “I’ll take care of this picture right here and now then!” She spoke it in the most stuck up, rude and obnoxious voice that I’ve ever heard anybody use, as she ripped my picture to shreds…
That was all. Conversation and day both over, she turned on her heal and walked away, nearly prancing as though she had just gotten an award for smartest girl or something… I wouldn’t call it smart to freak out over some printed ink though. To her friends she walked and the whole crowd of them burst into giggles and stepped through the double doors on the way to walk home. Brandon just looked at me and walked away, Danielle had gotten the fact right that he was more her friend then mine. But still…no matter if she was in the picture or not, it was my picture completely, not one bit hers.
 
That’s how things go down with Danielle and I. It’s hard to believe sometimes that we were ever “close” and that we ever shared secrets. Hard to think of our laughter, it almost hurts to know I still miss her.
 
Yeah, some people don’t exactly fit together the way a puzzle is supposed to work, but at least puzzle pieces don’t fit into once position, then change their shape so that nothing works out. It was only a picture, just a simple picture… my favorite picture by coincidence it had to be the one she that she acted like a three year old over, and ripped to shreds. Looking at me as though she wishes it were me that she could rip apart… and she did rip me apart… I just didn’t let her see it.


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