My Life, Dear Diary

“At least some of us have phones” I said loudly enough for the class to hear, everyone laughed, and I didn’t blame them I would laugh too if I wasn’t already a puff, I smirked basking in their praise.  

“Gosh that woman is such a bitch.” I said as we walked out of class. I saw her look at me when she told the class about the essay, I knew she meant it as revenge to me, immature bitch.  

"I know right" replied Nessie texting, a very normal thing for her seeing as she got asked out every second, but what really bothered me was Val, she should have been the first to comment on this topic. Val was a straight A student with a GPA of 4.0, she disliked things to do with removal of her grades, I looked at her before she said

“She wants to remove five percent of our grade? I have to agree with you on this one, she is a bitch.” 

“Is something wrong Val?” I asked sensing what had been disturbing me all morning arise again. Why did she hesitate? Was she keeping something from us?

“Nope, I’m good’ She replied a bit too fast, I guess she noticed that I was in on whatever she was hiding so she changed the subject and added “Let’s go look to the mirror”.  

“One thing I can’t get tired of” said Nessie, so naïve and very easily distracted by her reflection, well I didn’t blame her for the last part weren’t we all?   

“Nessie, hand me my Lipstick?” Val said looking unsurely at herself in the mirror. She was a tall 5 ft. 6 with beautiful olive skin, she had full pouty lips and beautiful cat shaped eyes that gave her a look of maturity and beauty beyond her years, and lastly full bouncy brown hair with blonde highlights, she had the whole goddess thing going for her. She was easily the prettiest girl in school, everyone was jealous of her, I couldn’t blame them. Hey now don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t jealous or anything, I was her best friend and who am I kidding I was no slouch in the looks department either even if I do say so myself. I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw a 5 ft. 5 beautiful brunette with green eyes, soft features and thin fragile lips with red lipstick on.

  I looked at Nessie, she was a 5 ft. 7, the tallest of us three, and she had straight platinum blonde hair, a sharp nose, big round eyes and full voluminous lips. I smiled, my beauty couldn’t be compared to Val’s or Nessie’s, we were the exact opposite, all different in very pretty ways , it all depended on your taste . 

“Puff Power” we called, a daily ritual for us before leaving the bathroom, I could corner Val later and ask what’s going on but for now I felt too good about myself to ruin it just yet. I looked at Nessie and Val, my two best friends in the world and we all smiled for no apparent reason and went for class.  

Nessie  

“Maybe it’s just me but I noticed some drama at school today between my bff’s”. I said as I wrote in my blog on my bed.   It was an anonymous blog that no one knew I was writing, I don’t usually keep things from my friends but not even they know about it. Don’t get me wrong I was gonna tell them but a good time never came, so I’m still waiting I guess.

“There are sometimes in life when you feel like nobody gets you, I know there will always be people there for you, to love you and care and understand but never really get the whole you. I understand completely what you might be going through, as an artist I’ve accepted being never fully understood, no matter what.”

I stopped writing, I knew that was why I’d never really felt like a true puff, I’m not as sexy as Val or as hot as Ronnie, I love them and I know they love me but I feel like the third wheel in the group.   It’s like my art is the only way I can express myself fully, and then there’s Ronnie always acting like my mother, I am older than she is by almost a whole year, but I guess it’s just cause she cares for me, I wish they knew how I felt and trust me I tried to tell them but they would have none of it, I was a puff whether I liked it or not (and I did like it), I loved their loyalty to me. Nowadays I tried to stay out of the way and do my art. I suppose it wasn’t always like this, it’s been a year since the “incident” with Mike Dalton happened and sometimes I wonder if I am truly over it or not. Val and Ronnie swear they didn’t do anything to him but if I know my friends which I do, then they are the reason why I hear he doesn’t sleep well at night, sometimes I wonder if I’m wrong for being happy that he’s miserable. That’ll teach the lying bastard to ever do that to me. I have to admit though, he changed my perspective on guys forever. Okay so maybe not forever but for a long time anyway. I wasn’t going to date another guy anytime soon, and it was so crazy because I seemed to be getting asked out a lot lately, sometimes I think it’s just a conspiracy to mock me for what Mike did. Then I get reminded by two besties who promised to smack me in the head if I ever thought I wasn’t desirable again. Well if it’s true and they do like me, they’ll have to wait a bit more after they receive my rejection and see if they still like me then.