Entering the halls, she remembered everything. Where her classes were, and the combination to her locker. Unceremoniously, she dumped her bag and picked up her English book.
The hall was in full swing. The kids finally saw their friends after months of separation and have all those boring stories to tell each other. The jocks stood in one corner, with their varsity jackets on, waiting on their mean girlfriends to show up and reign terror over the others.
‘Hi,’ a voice she had been hoping to avoid came from behind her.

She turned around to see Ella looking at her with her humongous glasses on. Having gotten used to being around the girl, Carola had forgotten how Ella had looked when she first met her. Of course, they were locker buddies, but the girl was a loner, nerd, and the ultimate target for bullies.
While Carola was not the wallflower, nor was she the bully she somehow fit in without any friends. No one ever bullied her, maybe because of her father or the fact that her brother had been to the same school, and every girl in her school had a crush on her and every guy had wanted to be Adam.

Whatever the reason was, her high school years had been peaceful and dull. The latter wasn’t so much the case after she had befriended the girl who stood before her; the girl she wasn’t sure she could recognize anymore, both in terms of her personality and physical appearance.
Ella had always been unconscious of how she looked, and her assumption was that she was a target of bullying due to her appearance. Halfway through their last year in high school, Carola had spent nearly a thousand dollars on Ella to improve her style and overall appearance. It was a loan, which Ella had never got around to returning.

Carola remembered how angry her parents were at her when they found out.
‘Don’t talk to me,’ Carola replied to the girl and left.
Her heart thumping loudly in her chest.
She was nowhere ready to deal with her. All of her conflicts about it being a dream – everything that had happened, the betrayal, and her death flew out the window the minute Ella had shown her face and talked to her.
She didn’t know how to make sense of it still, but she knew that she had experienced the hurt and betrayal of the worst kind at the hands of her fiancée and her best friend—the friend whom she had confided in throughout.