Random Scene 1
Her purple diary laid open on the bed. I didn’t mean to snoop, but I spotted my name on the page and just had to see what was written about me in there.
August 17, 2018
Lavender lies to my face and doesn’t think I know about it. Especially about her parents. I’ve heard them fighting, out in their backyard. About money, their jobs, Lavender and her brother. Neither of them seems happy anymore. They both want different things now. At least that’s what they yell at each other. I don’t know why she won’t talk to me. I can’t imagine holding it all in. Maybe she’s embarrassed, or maybe she’s sad. Whatever it is, I just hope she’s okay.
“Why are you reading my diary?” I jumped and quickly set the book back down on her bed.
“Why are you writing about my family in it?” I retorted, suddenly angry. It’s not her problem to worry about me and my problems.
“It felt like something I needed to put down-“ She started, but I cut her off.
“It’s not something you should feel the need to write about. That’s my life! In your stupid diary!” I snapped. I needed to get out of here. Kara and I have been friends since we were little, and my parents moved into the house next door. It was friends at first sight.
“I’m sorry! But you’ve been worrying me lately! You’re quiet and sad and you’ve started smoking! You carry cigarettes in your purse now, even though you tell your dad they’re “death sticks”.” She replied. I felt myself start to tear up, I thought I’d done a good job hiding how the fighting was affecting me. Kara planted herself in front of me and reached out to hug me. I sidestepped her and headed for the door.
“It’s not your problem, so just butt out! Just because your family fell apart doesn’t mean mine will!” I knew I crossed the line when her face fell and she started blinking really fast.
“I think you should go.” She turned towards her huge vanity mirror and began fiddling with one her lipsticks. Making Kara upset was the last thing I wanted to do right now. I needed her as my best friend at the moment.
“I’m sorry. My parents…” I swallowed hard. “They had the worst fight this morning. I think the whole divorce thing is more real than ever and I’m just really lost in this whole mess.”
“The fighting sucks doesn’t it?” She answered, still facing the mirror. She twisted the lipstick up and down a couple of times.
“It’s the worst. I just want it to end.” I sit down on the edge of her bed and stare at my hands. “I’m sorry I said that about your parents, I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s okay. I knew you didn’t. It just hurts to remember the fighting.” She finally turned around to look at me. “But you know what helps a little bit?”
“What?” My mood lifted a little bit as she begins to smile. She roots around in her pockets before coming up with a couple crumpled bills. I already knew what the answer was.
“Ice cream!” We both shrieked, bursting out into much-needed giggles.