My Best Enemy

Chapter 1

Carly's POV

It's sad how some of the best people in your life are many miles away. I don't know how my case is, however, because my best friend and I don't exactly share what city we live in. I would give anything to fly or drive to where Zoe is.

"Carly, it's time to go! Oh goodness, you didn't even touch your breakfast. Are you feeling alright?" My mom asked. She had a worried expression on her face, and it kind of made me mad. How? I'm not sure why.

"Yes mom, I'm fine. You worry too much about me," I laughed. "Can you drive me today?"

"Sorry, Carls, I have to go to work once you get on the bus."

"That's okay. Um, can you at least pick me up?"

"I'll be working late."

It seems as if all my mom does is work. Work, work, work. Work this, work that. Huh, now 'work' doesn't even sound like an actual word anymore.

"I guess we'd better start walking," I shrugged. My bus stop was a while away from my actual house. The bus doesn't pull into my development, it parks at the top, expects us to walk all the way up there, and get on.

After a few long minutes of my mom and I walking up to the top of the development and thinking how ridiculous it is, I found a reason for my day to get worse.

"Oh, Carly! You're here," my enemy, Zoe, smirked. "Have you ever missed a day of school? No? Well we can arrange that." Zoe cracked her knuckles, and I sort of hoped she would break her fingers from doing that one day.

"My dear Zoe, you haven't missed a day, either! Listen, cutie, if the shoe fits, wear it." I smiled at her. Looking down at her shoes, I realized she wasn't actually wearing any. The irony...

"I'll have you know that I haven't been sick since the 3rd grade. But that was only because you poisoned my food. Not the lunch ladies. You."

I rolled my eyes. She seems to find a way to blame me for whatever situation she's in every time something goes wrong.

"I don't think that was me. I know I'm smart and all, but I don't exactly know how to poison food," If I knew how, I would've done that a long time ago. I'd probably still be doing it to this day.

"Okay ladies, that's enough of your bickering!" My mother snapped. She grabbed me by the hook of my backpack and marched me to the side. Crossing her arms and tapping her toes, she glared down at me and shook her head. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you two argue like that."

"It's not like we want to. We just aren't compatible human beings," I shrugged.

"We don't need to get the school involved, do we?"

"No ma'am."

"Then fix whatever issue is going on," My mom waved her hand in the direction of where Zoe was. Watching, waiting for my next move. "Be the bigger person. Don't stoop down to her level."

"Thanks for the advice, mominator!" I giggled. I can never act appropriately at a serious situation.

My mom rolled her eyes and laughed as well. I love bonding with my mom - especially over laughs. It shows her funny side and hides her usual serious self. She acts like such a child when she takes me to fun places like AirZone, a trampoline park in my town. You'd forget that she was 37.

Just then, the bus pulled up. "Bye mom, I love you!"

"I love you, baby girl! Stay out of trouble, please!" My mom called put after me.

Stay out of trouble, I thought. Boy, I don't think that'll last very long.