The Impossible

My name is Blair and I have surpassed every goal I've ever made.

It was my first day back at my last year of high school at Leon High and the start of my new goal. I live in a decent sized town; twelve hundred students attend the high school. I wouldn’t say I’m a no body, but I’m not popular either. I’m one of those individuals who have a few friends but also know people from various clicks.

My favorite classes consist of dance, history, and physics, mostly thanks to the amazing teachers I had. Fortunately for me, this year I still have the same dance teacher and history teacher.

I smiled dangerously. My new goal was just one step closer.

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As I stepped out of my car the heel of my boot made a thud against the concrete parking lot. For my first day my outfit consisted of my favorite pair of boots and jeans, a purple and white striped tube top, and a couple of necklaces.My waist length brown hair was straightened with the top pinned up. My green eyes outlined with black eye liner and just a shade of lipstick. I felt hot.

Smiling I closed the door to my Nissan Altima and locked the door. I leaned against the hood of my car, arms crossed and watched incoming freshman unload from the bus, looking around nervously and trying to stay out of the way of the juniors and seniors. It was quiet humorous. A small smirk twitched at the edge of my lips. I couldn’t help but flash back to my freshman year.

Then we had a freshman center so we didn’t have to worry about upperclassmen trotting on us. We carried about with our own business and life was easier. These freshmen don’t have it easy anymore. The freshman center is now another high school across town.

Finally I spotted Lola. She wore a purple dress with a pair of low-rise flared jeans and slink black platform sandals. She wore her favorite star necklace around her neck and a black bow in her brown hair.

A sudden flare of jealousy rocked through me as I noticed her boyfriend by her side. It hurt to know that now she spent all of her time with him, I would never let her know, even if I did, she wouldn't even realize what I was talking about. Since my mom and her husband, now ex-husband's divorce I had been changing my outward appearance to make myself look like I was ok, like I was tough and confident, but on the inside I was a mess. She didn't understand just how badly I needed her now, isn't that what best friends are supposed to do? Know when their best friend needs them to listen and make you feel better?

She didn’t notice me at first, which was because she was with her boyfriend, of course. I scowled slightly. She noticed me then, gave her boyfriend a kiss (in which I almost barfed) and headed my way, waving like an idiot. I hated the new-school-year-act-like-you-haven’t-seen-me-in-years reunion between friends. It was silly, idiotic, and absolutely obnoxious.

When she reached me she stopped short of giving me a hug. I hadn’t moved an inch toward her and she knew full well why. She just grinned and shrugged. “I can’t help it.” She said.

I rolled my eyes. “I know.”

She then looked at my outfit and raised her eye brows. “Are you trying to impress someone?”

I couldn’t help but smile dangerously. She didn’t yet know my plan, but yes, I was. She took a step back. “Girl I know that smile. That smile means I’ll-do-anything-I-can-do-and-wont-stop-for-anybody, stay-out-of-my-way.”

I laughed loudly, attracting the attention of a few people close by. “I’m not sure I want to tell you yet.” I lowered my voice, making Lola come closer. “It’s a secret,” I whispered, then laughed again.

To be honest, I wasn't sure how to tell her with out her freaking out right here or somebody over hearing. I couldn't risk that so I stood up and pulled her along with me.

“Walk with me darling,” I purred and began to walk slowly to the school doors, swinging my hips, my boots thudding on the concrete path. I wasn’t quite ready to walk through those doors yet.

I caught a glimpse of Clara. She was a couple of inches shorter than me with brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore a purple tube top with boot cut jeans and black studded boots with a skull bracelet on her left arm. She walked ahead of us, entering the building first. I wouldn’t call us enemies, neither would I call us friends. It was a kind of mutual relationship.

As Lola and I walked inside, I noticed my ex-boyfriend sitting with his friends. He was looking at me. Smiling, I winked at him and blew him a kiss that, in turn, one of his friends caught obnoxiously and stuck in his pocket, then went back to doing whatever it was that boys did. Lola and I laughed and headed toward our usual morning table.

This school year was going to be a great one.