Friendly jealousy

Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up shortly after my parents left the house for work to a call from the landline. I didn't hesitate to pick up the phone and talk to my little voice that was rocking every time I woke up.

- Hello, good morning! Who is this, please?

While I expected an adult to speak, a little voice like mine came on the line:

- Hello, this is Dona. I'm calling you with my father's number.

- Ah yes, Dona, the ballet girl.

- DONA: Yes, that's me. I just wanted to tell you that I'm ready for you to teach me this step I don't master.

I was already surprised that she called me, since a few hours earlier she hadn't even responded to my greeting.

"But hey, people change their minds," I retorted in my heart before telling her:

- Okey, it works. I'll talk about it with my parents and I'll call you back to confirm it and in that case, you'll be the one to come to my house.

- DONA: With pleasure! Thank you very much!

- Okay! Goodbye!

I wanted to hang up but she interrupted this act by asking if Yvy could be there since she is her best friend.

- It's up to you!

- DONA: Thank you so much! Dad, hold your phone...

Those were the last words I heard. She later hung up.

That day, I was home alone. Yes, I didn't have a nanny. My parents had decided to get me one but I refused on the grounds that my age did not mean I was little.

They agreed, but they increased the security of the house by putting buttons to push in case someone tried to enter the house to hurt me, and several other things.

As for the meal, my mom always had everything ready before she went out.

I would just heat it up for a few minutes in the microwave and that was it.

When I was bored, I would dance in my room, then I would sing and then I would watch manga because I was such a fan. After that, I would end up in my bed sleeping.

That's how it was when I didn't have class.

In the evening, my parents came home and after giving everyone a hug, I told them about my conversation with Dona while telling them who she was and why I had given her the home number.

Yes, they told me I should have told them before I made the decision to help her but they didn't get mad since they had witnessed the scene the night before with me and the one where I took her place, even if it was temporary.

They agreed and the next morning I waved her on the number she used to contact me and told her that she could come with her friend in question: Yvy. I should note that I also gave her the address of the house.

As soon as the afternoon bell rang, I heard it ring. I glanced out the window. There they were, with Dona's parents.

I went to the living room and saw that my father had already gone downstairs to open the gate for them. I saw them exchange a little. I guess they were greeting each other and introducing themselves and then two minutes later they were inside.

I had a strong urge to hide in a hole right then and there.

In fact, sometimes when guests come to the house, there is a great shyness and shame that grips us. And to think that I was already shy before that. This time it was twice as much.

But I took my courage in both hands and I greeted everyone before bringing the girls to my room while leaving the adults to talk among themselves, in the living room.

The first thing that came out of Dona's mouth once in my room was:

- DONA: Wow, you guys are so rich!

Yvy also spoke.

- YVY: Your house is so big and beautiful! Look at your room, it's beautiful!

I can't mention all the praises from that day since the list is so long.

I stood there quietly watching them and hearing what they were saying and when they finished, I gave a forced smile and then, for some reason, laughed.

One looked at the other with a surprised look on her face and then they both retorted simultaneously:

- DONA: What?

- YVY: What is it?

I didn't know what to say so I improvised something even though it came from my heart.

- You're all cute!

And then, together, we burst out laughing.

That's when a friendship was born.

I taught Dona this dance step and when we finished, both girls had a great time putting on my kids makeup, trying on my costume and doing lots of other things.

I thought it was so funny but at the same time I was happy... I was just happy because of this friendship that had been born because I had spent three years of my life in this country without having any friendship because it was difficult for me to adapt and then I was closed off.

But with these two girls, things changed as we went along.

We would see each other from time to time to dance, sing, watch cartoons and movies, put on makeup, in short we would see each other to do what young girls do!

Sometimes we would meet at one of our houses, sometimes at the other. In fact, we were taking turns.

I noticed that they were different from me financially because they each lived in a house that wasn't really... I can't find the word, but it didn't change anything in our relationship because my love for them didn't depend on their financial situation.

Time passed, we grew up. We went from ten to eleven, eleven to twelve, and so on until we were seventeen. In fact, I was seventeen and they were eighteen.

I was going to the senior class and so was she. That year I decided to go to their high school because I wanted to experience a public school at least once in my life, and they were there, so that desire was even stronger.

My parents didn't mind and I was already old enough to make certain decisions.

They were known there, in their high school, since they had attended from the sixth grade to the senior year they were about to attend.

Dona especially was known because she had the reputation of being a very good dancer, a girl who melts some boys and also a girl who doesn't let herself be pushed around.

I had noticed the first one since we met and the third one after.

In our group, she was "the leader".

It's true that she didn't let herself be pushed around.

She had a head on her shoulders and when there were problems between us, while Yvy, the sweet and gentle girl, tried to work things out, she would sulk for days or even weeks.

But then, everyone has qualities but also areas to improve that people tend to call "defects" when in fact the "defects" are qualities that are very poorly exploited, so the "defects" do not exist. On the other hand, the poorly exploited qualities or the areas for improvement do!

But anyway!

One week before the beginning of the school year, we went shopping in some very nice stores. My parents paid for everything because theirs didn't have enough money.

We bought school supplies, clothes, even sewed our outfits and did other things.

It was magical and we couldn't wait for school to start so we could be together and everyone could admire our Trio.

This happened on the first day of school itself, when we walked through the school gates. The eyes were on us, or rather on ....... on me and what I didn't know was that it was going to bear very bitter fruit.

To be continued...