Wasted Youth

For the past years I had been the invisible child of my parents. I can't complain to much about that since thanks to not being noticed by them, I was able to get away with more stuff that my other siblings. I am Stella, the middle child of a wealthy Texan family. Most of my neighbors are basketball players, country stars and coaches. I don't really look like I belong though. Up until 7th grade I hade been a punk kid, wearing my black spiked hoody everywhere I went. Even during hot summer days. But after the summer I had decided to leave my rebellious self behind and be more girly. A bit more like my sister and mother wanted me to be, and so I had left behind my favorite hoody at the Country Club pool and bought more colorful preppy clothes. The only person I wasn't able to cut out of my life was my goth boyfriend Tristan. I was too much on love with him. Or so I thought. What a fool I was. Thinking that my relationship would last forever. That it would make it throuout hight school when we weren't even in the same grade. He had fallen behind. So while I was going into freshman year, he was staying behind at our middle school. We had spent all summer together, and I was sure we would make it through it all. So as I looked in my closet what to wear for my first day as a high schooler I called my best friend Tully. "I can't believe you won't be starting high school with me! Who am I going to hang out with? Georgia doesn't have the same schedule as me and you are my only friend besides her." I whined. "I know, but two months will go by fast and I'll make sure to put in the same schedule as you. I promise. Now tell me, what have you decided to wear today?" Tully asked me trying to calm me down. We had been friends since 3rd grade, and since we lived two houses away, would spend most of our days together. She had undergone a surgery during summer and still had recovery left. "Black boots with a small heel, jeans and a black shirt." "What does your sister feel about that choice of outfit?" "Honestly, I don't care. She already left to pick up her friends. I am riding the bus." I said annoyed, since my sister hadn't taken into consideration that maybe today I would bees her guidance and support since it was my first day and she was a senior at the high school. I was so terrified of first days and meeting new people. I finally went down for breakfast and waited anxiously for the bus to arrive. I would probably be one of the few losers that still rode the bus. I was surprised to see Aaron a former good friend of mine and a few others I knew. I didn't sit near them since I had been socially rejected by most last year because of some rumors of me loosing my virginity at Starbucks. Rumors that I didn't really deny since I didn't care what people thought of me. Aaron smiles at me though. I remember how I used to have a crush on him but instead of getting with him, I told him to ask out a friend of mine. Once we arrived I noticed that Aaron and I kept on walking the same direction. We had the same first period chemistry class. We looked at the tables and he asked if I wanted to sit with him. I smiled and took the seat next to him. "How was your Summer?" "It was good. Just did the usual, go to Mexico for a month, the beach, go to the pool at the Country Club, see Tristan." I didn't want to ask about his relationship since I was nonlonger friends with Chelsea. "You're still dating that goth kid?" I glared at Aaron and he chukled. Of course he would call him that. Aaron was the ultimate golden boy. Blond hair, blue eyes, in the futball, and basketball team. Friends with everyone who mattered and had a list of girls drooling over him. Tristan, has black hair, green eyes, was goth, and even though girls still were attracted to him, he was a social outcast. "Chelsea and I broke up over summer. I thought maybe all relationships where endind once high school started. You know, new beginning." "No, we are still together." he looked at me weird and sighed. "I miss you. I hope that we can become friends again." I smiled at him. Remembering how much fun we had together before it all went to s**t. "I would like it too." During lunch I hid in the bathroom. Since I didn't want to be seen eating alone. A lot of people knew me but Noone really came near me. I never really understood that of people. How they could turn on you so quickly. I wanted my best friend. Or at leat Georgia, but she had another lunch period. As the weeks went on I felt more lonely and sad. But finally during my French period I started making friends. And so decided on hosting a slumber party, inviting Georgia, Tully, Marla, and two friends of Marla. Tristan wrote me every day and his brother would pass me the notes whenever he saw me, but to be honest a was starting to get bored of our relationship. Tristan was becoming to possessive. Before the girls arrived I set up my patio and hid a bottle of tequila in my room. I didn't know if all the girls drank but I defiantly wanted to drink. Once they all arrived I took out the pink cake I had baked and food with soda to eat while we got to know each other. Denise, marlas friend was a short girl, with really large Brest. It was my luck to make friends with girls that were double Ds. A preppy style and a wild side to her goody two shoes. Marla, has just moved to Texas and planned to someday move to France. She has a unique style and innocent sweet attitude. Ally, was very quiet so I didn't get to know her much. Georgia, was one of my bestest friends. Popular with the boys because of her great body and attitude. But hated by most girls. Because of her popularity with the guys. And my lovely Tully. My lifelong best friend. Who always felt insecure when hanging with us because she considered us to be very beautiful, she never saw herseld as beautiful despite her being the best of us. She had something better that beauty and it was personality. And anyway being too pretty is bad, beauty can be dedtructive if one doesn't know how to handle it. We spiked out sodas with the tequila while playing girl games and dressing up. It was one of the best innocent nights I had. And to be honest the last. The next weekend Denise came over to my house to spend the night and make Mac n cheese and after we were in my room she took out some alcohol she had brought from home and looked at me curiously. "Have you tried any drugs?" "just weed." I answered remembering my stoner years in 6th grade. "I stold some coke from my dad. Do you want to try it?" "yeah, sure. Why not." We went to the loft I had in my room and we finished the 8ball she had brought. As a inhale the drug I felt me senses grow, and an energy I couldn't explain. I loved the feeling. As I hate to admit. I liked how it made me feel. We stayed up all night laughing, dancing and snorting. When morning came we just higed each other. We had a secret together now and so our bond became stronger. During the next week life became a routine. School, weekend with Denise and Tully. And I had finally broken up with Tristan. Even though he had begged me to give him a second chance. I just couldn't. Until one Thursday that Denise showed up to my French class desperately waving a note to the class room window. I quickly asked for permission to go outside and she handed it to me. And ran off back to her class. I went back to class and read the note: Can me go to the movies on Friday and not Saturday. Sam is fighting some guy names Jason. And I have to stop it. I closed the note and sighed. I hated Sam, I always thought him a loser, but he had sated Denise for a while so of course she wanted to stop it. Jason, that name rang a bell. Of course. It was a sophore guy who was in the woodshop class while I was in theatre, he sometimes sold me Xanax. Jason was totally going to kick Sam's ass. No questions asked. Jason was a street kid, Sam wasn't. I needed to see Sam get his ass kicked. So when I arrived home. I told my mom my weekends plans had changed. Oh how clueless I was that it was going to be a day that changed my life forever. If only we had gone on Saturday and not Friday. Maybe. Just maybe my life would had turn out completly different.