Laughter emitted from the room, a warm comforting feeling that could soothe even the most fierce of savages and beasts. Seven girls sat in a circle, telling harmless gossip and stories of pastimes, stories of remembrance and stories of romance. The girls sighed at the description of boys and men, actors and schoolmates.
Each girl was huddled in their sleeping bags, eyes slightly heavy, hearts pounding with excitement. A regular, typical girls night. The time was no later then one in the morning, and sleep was far from each girls mind.
"Remember in the 6th grade Becca?" A blond girl spoke, breaking the giggle fits, to a red head curled into a red sleeping bag.
"You mean, Danny? Don't you?" Becca, the red head, perked up and stuck out her tounge to the blond.
"Yeah, I remember." Her eyes shone as she looked into the air, hands clasped together as if praying in a lusty haze.
"Dreamy! Built! And one total jerk!" Her tone and face had changed with her last statement.
"Yeah… I remember." The girls giggled and the girl called Becca couldn't help but muster one as well.
As hours passed and stories raged on each girl began to soon become tired, and when the clock struck tree o'clock, only but two girls remain awake. A brown haired girl wrapped in a black blanket, snuggling a stuffed puppy and her pillow. Brown eyes danced into the darkness of the room. She almost seemed to morph into the darkness with her black blanket and black and gold moon pajamas. She sat up right staring at the other girl who was also awake.
The other girls, another blonde, was lying with her face towards the brunette. Blue-green eyes would blink every few seconds, so not to let the darkness take the brown haired girl away. She was snuggled into a green bag and had her head resting against a deep blue pillow. Arms together and under her head, she continued to look on and let her eyes mingle and dance with the brunettes.
"You want to hear a real story? A story better then anything you've heard tonight? Not just of romance, but of drama and sorrow and pure happiness? A story of life?" The brunette suddenly asked, in a low whisper the rung out like a bell in a cathedral. Her eyes locked, her eyes intertwined with the blonde's.
The blonde sat up right, placing her pillow in her lap and clutching her sleeping bag up to her chin. She rested her back against a blue velvet cough which had been placed behind her. Her eyes were full of eagerness, but yet she didn't seem too interested.
"I know, life. People go threw it everyday, why would you want to here it in a story? Well, isn't the romance heard tonight life? Isn't it what everyone goes threw? I tell you, you won't be disappointed. I feel I need to tell, I need to tell my story. I wish I could start with the very beginning. Impossible, no one remembers their early years. So, I can only start with what I remember and that would be from around 8th grade to now. Said isn't it? My memory has failed me so early." The brunette sighed and took a breath.
"I've already told of my first love, my first heartbreak. But this is where my story begins and enviably ends. He was everything I had ever wanted, treated me better then any person had ever done so. He brought me gifts, we went together to places. I would hurt not seeing him, and then the pain would turn into the once felt pure joy. Those winter days, and those troubles we went threw. Never once had we argued… not once did we bicker or fight. He was sweet, and even though all these years have passed I have to say.. I still love him, even at the age of nineteen I still have a crush on my first love." A small giggle echoed from her throat, but was greatly suppressed, as not to awake anyone.
"But one day, something terrible happened. I had mistakenly believe another boy had kissed me, and being someone who was honest and didn't want to lie and keep secrets, I told him. Not expecting the answer back, he ended it the next night. I later found the reason, and still to this day I curse myself about it. If I would have kept it a secret nothing bad would have happened. I was sorrow struck, and cried endlessly. I thought myself to be not 'good enough' I felt like trash, I felt low and hurt. I could never hurt him, never end it. But it was too late. It a furious attempt at emotional freedom I tried to take my own life, and again I have something to curse myself everyday for. It was foolish for me to, but now I have scars written on my arm." The brunette looked down and away with that once sadness in her eyes.
"But, as I said… that is where my story starts, and ends. It ends because my life was over. There. My mom had plans to move, and this was taken affect the current summer. I now had lived far from the place full of memories. It's funny how I can remember so much, after moving so many years ago. I started high school the next year, with no friends, and as the year progressed I had only made a few. Better then none I suppose, huh?" She looked back to the blonde and smiled.
"Do you wish to hear my story?" The brunette asked once again, and was rewarded with a nod.
"Okay, well… it begins like this…"