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Nadiah Chao

Age 12.

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I write just to express myself. I'm not expecting reviews. Enjoy.

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Archives • December 2011 Previous posts • Chapter 2 : Forget • LIAM PAYNE ON 91.3FM • Chapter 1 : It's over • New story! •

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"There are three things that grow more precious with age ;
                                                     old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy."
                                                                                      - Henry Ford



                                   
                              Lunch dragged.
                              I began stuffing pieces of burger into my napkin, as Kiara devoured her salad. Of course, she had to maintain her weight and couldn't eat junk food I consumed daily. It's so Kiara. We haven't spoken a word since we got to the restaurant. I know she will quickly pop the question in three seconds.
                              One..... Two....... Three.
                              "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" she asked, looking up at me.
                              Bada bing.
                              "Well, you don't seem interested." I pointed out.
                              "Are you kidding me?" she replied, rolling her eyes.
                              I took a deep breath. I knew that sooner or later, either I would tell her one day, or she would find out. Why not just relate the story to her now?
                              "Okay, alright, alright. I.... I went to Ashleigh's party yesterday." I said in a small voice.
                              Kiara's eyes widened. "What the f-? Kat! I told you not to go there. That animal is a whore. Do you know what she did to me? She set my hair on fire! Well, almost, but that was her intention! And one more thing, we got into a fight like, serious physical fight and acted like I started it. I got to the principal's office and Mrs. Potter said I may not be head cheerleader anymore. But, of course, Coach Lewis wouldn't do that. One time, she -"
                              I cut her off with, "Kiara, Kiara! Relax. I know the story. So you hate her."
                              "Then why did you go to the party, for Christ' sake?" she asked in disbelief.
                              "Well.... I didn't intend to go to the party. At that night, I asked Julian out. He said he was 'busy'," I said, bending my fingers, imitating two rabbit ears. "I was curious, so I went up to his place. His mum was there. She told me Julian went to Ash's party. Can you believe it, Kiara? He lied to me!"
                              "Then what happened?" she asked, nodding for me to continue as she listened intently to my every word.
                              "So I went to the party. It was crazy. Like, literally half of them were drinking. I asked around for Julian, and they said he was hanging out with some friends upstairs. I got upstairs... I heard like, heavy breathing and banging. I got closer, and I realised it was really Julian. The sound came from a door that has Ashleigh's name printed on it. I opened the door.... and....." I sniffed. "They were naked and he was ontop of her."
                              A salty tear ran down my cheek as I wiped it away. We were quiet for a second. I looked up at her, peeking at her expression. Was it sympathy.... Or anger?
                              "Oh, honey." she whispered, taking my hand.
                              "Go on, just say it. Lay it on the table. Yell at me, say it's my fault. Because I really do deserved it." I sobbed.
                              She squeezed me hand. "Don't ever say that, Kat. I would do never do that to you. Never. It wasn't your fault. It's his! All this while you trusted him, you loved him, you cared about him.... And at the same time, he was fucking Ashleigh behind your back? That's stupid. He is stupid."
                              "Remember when we were eight," she started to say, "and my dog died?"
                               I let my mind flood with memories. Of course I remember. Kiara loved her cocker spaniel like hell. She named it Pepper.
                               "Yeah." I replied.
                               "Who was there for me?" she asked. "Who stayed by my side when I'm crying? Who hugged me and didn't let go? Who made me feel better? Who cared for me?"
                               I looked up at her. Her eyes bored into mine.
                               "It was you, Kat." she whispered. "I couldn't ask for a better friend. When you're troubled, I'll be there for you. Because we're best friends, and I love you so much."
                                My lips pulled into a faint smile. "Thank you, Kiara."
                                I leaned across the table to give her a hug. More tears fell. Tears of joy.
                                "You know what ticks me off?" she asked, pulling away.
                                "What?"
                                "How the most beautiful girls hurt themselves for no reason"