Have you ever felt absolutely invisible? Yeah, well, me too. The truth is that I want to have some friends, don’t get me wrong about me wanting to stay camouflaged. I just don’t want to be popular, but I want to have friends too. I don’t really think about guys now. My only friend is Tomoyo.
Tomoyo is a beautiful amethyst-eyed girl. She could have been one of the most popular girl faster than you can say bubblegum. Cos’ she’s got the looks, the brains, and money. Her long silky hair makes that girls stare when she walks, her beautiful face gleams when she talks to you. Her body, she has a beautiful figure, and that makes the opposite sex stare too. So what’s getting in her way? Me. Tomoyo wanted to be popular, but she could not leave me, I’ve tried telling her that she can hang out with the popular group as long she doesn’t forget me. But she said no, she couldn’t leave me. That was before.
Today, Tomoyo is still my friend, but we’re branching more and more apart. Since we entered high school, Tomoyo realized that being my friend, she will miss out the fun of being in high school, having parties, boyfriends and sleepovers. She is too nice to tell me all this, but I know. When we sit in the deserted lunch table, she would look across to the popular table, and I could see the envy and longing in her eyes. How it feels to be talking about what you’re gonna wear to the next party, how you could talk about dumping your 58th boyfriend, talk about life.
Now, because of me, nobody talks to Tomoyo since they saw me with her on the first day of high school, and Tomoyo just changed from that day on. She would wear whatever was in style. She tried out for the cheerleading team so she could keep her figure. The trial takes about 3 weeks, the final team will be posted on the notice board this morning. I’m sure she made it. I am just so sure. I came quite early today, so I was just roaming around the school entrance, not wanting to go all the way to the lockers.
“Sakura!” A voice called me. I just knew who it was, who else would take to Sakura Kinomoto? Even if they did, it would be Kinomoto.
I turned around, Tomoyo just came out of her big black shiny limousine. Running towards me. Her shiny long violet hair, neatly tied up in a ponytail, bouncing along behind her. “ Sakura!” She panted. She grabbed my hand pulled me, and we both ran.
I knew where we were headed.
We ran past the canteen, past the gym, past the changing rooms, into a hall way near the office. There on the board, there were already a few notices already stuck up there. We looked for the list, I looked, there was only a computer club notice, another club. Then Tomoyo called me.
“I found it!” She screamed hysterically, she grabbed my arm, digging her newly French-manicured nail into my arms, which I knew later when I would look, would leave marks resembling cat’s claws. She took a deep breath, and walked forward. And looked up at the paper.
Silence.
After a few seconds, she turned around and gave me a big hug. Screaming her head off!
“ I MADE IT!” Tomoyo yelled, suffocating me. Her fine arms hugging me, she’s practically jumping on me.
I didn’t say anything.
Okay, don’t think that I’m mean and isn’t supporting your friend achieving her dreams. Because the truth is, I am very supportive and very happy that she got in the cheerleader team. The hitch? She’ll be seeing less of me, more of the cheerleaders, that means. Tomoyo plus cheerleaders equals friends. Me plus nobody equals me.
But I didn’t tell Tomoyo this. She was way too happy that I didn’t want her to feel guilty when she leaves me.
The bell rang, how time passes by, when you’re happy, Tomoyo said. I just nodded as we walked to our class. This is going to be another long day…
Continued in Chapter 3
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