The Afterlife? {#JustWriteIt #EarthLove}

In the Beginning...

It was my first day of school. I was terrified, because I was going to a public school. My grandmother had told me I would find better people there. Against my parent's protests, I decided to go to a public school. Apparently, when they said any school, they didn't mean Falster Elementary. But I wanted to. It was one of the finer schools, rather than the poorly built school down the street. 

I opened the door, having my hair done just perfect for the occasion. 

"You need to be classified with the better people, not the losers. If you look nice on your first day, people will know your royalty." My mother had said. 

I was a princess, they said.

But once i opened the door, I was not expecting to be twenty minutes late. Fifteen pairs of eyes looked at me with mouths agape. A boy muttered how beautiful I was. In kindergarten. I suddenly became self-conscience. One pair of eyes, however, wasn't in awe of my beauty. She had an impish smile on her face, her eyes lit up with mischief. 

The teacher looked me up and down. 

"Oh, yes. the special case."

Again, I felt self-conscience. That made me feel like I was a special needs child. Normally, in the age of the 3000's, special kids were sent to special schools. 

"You may sit next to Sasha, over there," the teacher looked down at me, like I was a piece of scum.

Good thing my father warned me about this. "People are going to think you are nothing, that your money has no effect on you. You need to set them straight, and remind them that money is indeed, everything."

"Ahem, my good teacher," I said. " But don't you dare, I repeat, dare, look at me like that. I have enough cash to sue you and your entire family, yes, entire family, for disrespect to your royals." 

I turned around and sat next to Sasha, who was covering her mouth. Still, her giggles had escaped from their confinement and blasted through the room.  Most of the other kids were laughing a bit too, but the rest was watching the teacher, seeing what she would do. 

The teacher's eyes were wide with fear, only because she had received the same warning from my parents two weeks earlier, during registration for the school. 

A couple minutes passed, and the teacher cleared her throat, and continued the lesson as if I had never arrived twenty minutes late. 

"psst!" Sasha poked my shoulder. I looked down at her as if she were a splattered bug. She didn't seem phased by the glare I  had just given her.

"Are you really of the royal family?" She asked, her blue eyes glittering with joy. 

"Yes, now shush," I responded. 

Sasha did not shush. Instead, she blabbled all day about everything that came to her mind. I basically knew her entire life story at the end of school that day. Now you are probably wondering why I didn't shut her out. I wonder that myself. But learning what a 'peasant' does, what a NORMAL person does, was so interesting for my first day of school. I learned that day, that money was NOT everything. 

Think about it, a little kindergartner understanding that love and freedom was the key to success.  Yet, no one else does. Everyone is too obsessed with money, nothing except money is important. And this girl, Sasha, just opened my eyes. I had such a love for her I couldn't understand. 

"And don't think, that just because you're rich, that you get out of telling ME your life story!" She said once her parents had picked her up from after-care.  

And once my parents had picked me up, they had said: "How did you enjoy rolling around in the mud with the pigs?" 

I immediately knew that Sasha was a secret. My parents shouldn't and wouldn't know of her existence. So I told them it was lame, but interesting to learn how these peasants function. That, of course, was a nice answer from my parents point of view. Then I told them I still wanted to attend the public school.

Sure enough, the next day I went.  And the day after that. And the weeks, and months. The teacher and I became close, which is understandable; she was the first teacher I ever had. 

But, Sasha, we became the best of friends. Of course, the next day, I granted her wish, and had told her everything and anything in my family. She had listened with wide eyes, and her mouth slightly agape.

The years went by, and her and I were the most popular girls in school. I always told Sasha she was pretty, but she never believed it, and likewise for me. It was in sixth grade she had her first 'boyfriend', though. 

It was Mark. 

Mark had confessed his 'undying love' for Sasha, and Sasha- who had been crushing on him for weeks- welcomed him into her arms in a blink of an eye. 

We had gone to The Internet Cafe (which is a stupid name if you ask me) and we had sat down. We had all been friends before they started dating, and for the first time, mark had invited me to go along with them to a date. Mark took a deep breath after our drinks were served. 

"Sasha, I'm breaking up with you."

She dropped her glass full of water. A robot waiter shuffled over to clean up the mess. After she was handed a replacement, she looked straight at Mark with such intensity, I was surprised his head didn't explode. 

"What." 

It wasn't a question, but mark explained. 

"Sasha, we have been the best of friends for the longest time. It's awkward to date my best friend." 

Sasha, however, wasn't listening. "Didn't get enough cash from the rich girl's best friend. So ya gonna ask Melanie out now? Is that why she is here?" 

"Naw, I don't look for money in a girl, if you know what I mean," Mark said as he winked. 

"You're sick," Sasha said, but she was laughing anyway. Mark told us what he wanted and left to go to the bathroom. 

"Wow, you're taking this surprisingly well."

"I can't stay mad at him for long; He IS my best friend," Sasha said, stirring the ice in her drink. 

I sensed a but.

"...but, I know how I can get even with him," Sasha smirked devilishly.  

Once Mark had sat back down ( and the plan/prank had been half-way pulled), he started speaking again. "Listen, do you understand how awkward it is between me and your brother?" He said.

Sasha kind of understood, because she had met Mark though her brother, John.  Mark and John were best friends like how me and Sasha were best friends. 

And the prank, I mean lunch, was served. 

Sasha and I giggled when Mark went to take his first bite of food. Because Mark went to the bathroom, we had to order for him. Sasha had ordered non-edible delicacies just for Mark. 

Mark's cheeks puffed out, and his face turned red. He quickly stood up and dashed to the bathroom.

From that day on Mark absolutely hates black bean burgers, because of this one experience where they 'tasted like tires'. 

Word got around about what happened, and for some reason, people started to hate on me and Sasha. We didn't care. We hung out with the 'emos' from then on. Mark joined us, too. 

And Mark never knew that the black bean burger, was indeed, spare tires for the robots. And Sasha knew how to make the color black work.