Out Of Balance

Chapter 2

I greeted my friends and we all sat chatting on the benches, I looked around at my best friends and marvelled at how different we were, which made us all the perfect fit for a group of friends.

Vivian is super stylish with jet black curly hair that fell in ringlets on her flawless mocha skin. she is definitely the most popular of our group, everyone loves her. Despite her being super competitive and having no filter. Those traits would usually spell trouble but she got really good grades and always managed to talk herself out of any tight spots her free speech got her into, it helped that she volunteered for every extracurricular activity going, well the fun ones, so always had extra projects on the go and was a favourite with the teachers.

Collette has very long dirty blonde hair that flowed down her back almost to her hips, it was very thick and she always complained it wasn’t as smooth as she would like. She has the most beautiful blue eyes hiding behind her dark rimmed glasses. She kept promising to try contact lenses but hadn’t. Said she feels weird about them touching her eyes. She is so squeamish. She’s the quietest of our group and probably the one to be considered a book worm, but I don’t like to describe her like that as it doesn’t say just how cool she really is.

Amber has short light brown hair that has a slight wave to it and falls just below her jawline, loving sports she kept her hair on the shorter side, said she didn’t have time or patience to fuss with longer hair. She was definitely the most observant of the group and not much was missed by her emerald green eyes and once she had an incling about something she was like a dog with a bone, couldn’t keep anything from her once her questioning started, which worked out rather well for the school paper that she ran.

Then there was me, plain and uncoordinated, always running late, always playing catch up. My parents called me Dahlia, I thought they were going through a hippy phase or something but then I found out my gran had a hand in my naming and it all made sense. My gran was a strong woman and almost impossible to say no to, she had a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, her soft grandma appearance gave no-one a warning as to what to expect before she had already got her own way. Don’t get me wrong I love my gran dearly, but I pride myself on seeing things for what they are and that includes the people around me.