idk a story.

Everybody says that every story has a happy ending..
Well the way that my life has been going im not thinking that mine wont end that way..
My life has been miserable and i dont think that i will have a happy ending .. Maybe i have done something in a past life to deserve this, but im not so sure of anything anymore.

Your probably wondering what i am talking about so let me fill you in..
See my life used to be great, wonderful, I thought I had everything in the world that anyone could have had and many people were actually envious of my life.. but that was before..

Three months ago..

"Heyyyyyy keshia" I cried not really caring that people in the atrium were all staring at me.
"Ugh, don't do that it embarasses me!" Keshia whined, her face turning the brightest red ever seen.
"I know that it bugs you, that's exactly why I do it to you.. but you love me, don't try to fight the inevitable" I laugh. Keshia and I have been best friends since I can remember and so we both pick on each other a lot. We are best friends unconditionally.
"You are such a jerk sometimes, you know all of those people were looking at me.." she said pointing to the grade twelves on the stairs.
"Who cares keys, maybe they just like what they see.." I laughed at my own joke, I totally thought it was funny. She didn't and I got a good whack for that one.
"Which class do you have next keys?" I questioned, but realized I knew it, "Never mind, upstairs, it just slipped my mind."
"Meet me here after math okay?" she said as she began to walk away. I knew all her classes and she knew mine, true besties!
"I will," I said heading in the opposite direction. Keshia and I have all different classes because she is in an older grade than me, I am grade 10, she's in 11. Although we shared no classes we still managed to see eachother in between each class and hang out after school. We never got to hang out at lunch though. We have two lunches, I had first lunch, and Keshia had second. The only time that we got to hang out at lunch was when I skipped math or she skipped english, which usually ended with her in detention. Keshia was one of those students who was a familiar face in the office, and most teachers knew her. I on the other hand was an under the radar student. Only the teachers that taught me knew me, I was the good kid in our group. The good kid, with the good grades and never in trouble. Keshia and me were so opposite but at the same time we were the exact same, our personalities meshed together like peannut butter and jelly.