Decisions

One

Our plans don't always turn out as we would have them.

There are chances when our expectations are about to be fulfilled but one wrong move ruins everything.

Before I entered highschool, I had everything sorted out. I hoped that my experience would be great. I hoped that I could make a new person out of myself.

But the thing is, I had my hopes too high. I didn't realize that there are things I cannot control. I couldn't just go with the flow and accept whatever is in store for me, whatever people might see me as.

Hope is a beautiful thing. It is what makes us believe that everything is possible. It's the thing we grasp on to keep us running in life.

But it can ruin a lot of things. It can break trust, crush your spirit and ruin all your desires.

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Senior Year

"Hey, Mel." Chloe Madison calls out, shooting sinister looks at the brunette. She walks slowly towards the bar stool where she was seated, carrying a purple drink in her hand.

Melanie Carson knew at that moment that she was up to something. Just looking at her glittery eyelids, her extra-curly blonde hair and the magnificent Valentino dress she was wearing, she knew she didn't come here for nothing. Flashbacks from the previous years they spent together clouded her mind.

Chloe leans down to meet her red-painted lips with Melanie's ear. She blocks the view of her lips moving, as if it's a secret she is about to tell. "Dance with me," she whispers.

The heart-pounding music fills Melanie's ears again, once those words left Chloe's lips. The dj turns the beat up and the lights that glowed in the enormous house start to dance.

Chloe smirks at her. She grabs one of her hands, forcing her to stand up, and starts swaying wildly to the rhythm. Chloe liked this. She enjoyed being wild and she loved parties. The best part for her is getting herself numb and having no care for the world.

"Chloe, stop it. You're drunk." Melanie pulls from her grip and grabs the glass which Chloe was holding up in the air. No matter how crazy she gets, this serious one genuinely cares for her. Melanie is, in general, a nice person. She sits her drink on the bar table.

"Oh come on, Mel. It's a party. We're two weeks away from graduation and this might be our last." Chloe pouts at her. "And I am far from drunk." She holds her index finger up.

And she isn't. She has been training since she was 15 on how to be an excellent drinker.

Melanie shrugs. She is used to seeing Chloe like this. It is as if her reaction is a routine. Just shrug it off, never mind her.

Chloe presses her lips together again, "You've been sitting there for hours."

The truth is, Chloe pitied Mel, she thought that she lacked party life and that she would never feel what she was feeling right now. She examined her, the gloomy look on her face made the bags under her eyes extra prominent. She could use some makeup to fix that pale face.

"Is there something I'm not informed about?" Chloe asks and takes a sip of the alcohol.

Oh there is a lot you don't know about. Melanie thought. She's tired. Of life, in general. She doesn't even know why she agreed to come to this place and wear this stupid tight dress. Everything right now to her is pointless. There is an internal battle in her between leaving and staying. She hasn't decided yet.