Chasing the Moon

This is how we were. Not who we are now. Things have changed. Everything has changed. My name was Olive Channing. I was seventeen years old. I lived on Malbrook Manor. I was one of those popular girls in school. I wore the best clothes, hung out with the right people, and went to all the good parties. I was the homecoming princess for my class, and my biggest goal in life was to be prom queen as both my sisters had. My best friends, Ella and Steph, were a lot like me. Rich, pretty, popular. I’m not sure we ever really liked each other. We just liked being seen with each other. But that was all that mattered. I thought I was happy at the time. I thought I had the best friends in world. Maybe I would have realized I was wrong on my own, without help, but I’m not sure I would have. I thought my life was perfect. His name was Seth Meridale. He had blonde curly hair and brown eyes and a small scar across his nose. Some boys that used to pick on him, broke his glasses once. They cut his nose. He wore old t-shirts and jeans, and glasses. He was very smart. He liked to read and play video games. He didn’t go outside much so we hardly ever saw each other except at school. He was an only child. He lived with his parents. Both of his parents were teachers. His father taught English in middle school, and his mother taught first grade. He had lived down the street from me since we were children. We didn’t play together when we were children. I played with the children of my parents’ friends. I don’t think I even knew his name until we started school. We were never friends. My friends didn’t like him, neither did I. We called him nerd and geek and other names. Once we even made him cry. I don’t remember exactly what we said, but I remember that it happened. Sometimes I wish I could remember, other times I’m glad that I can’t. I don’t think he liked us either. He was a nice guy. But he wasn’t a popular guy. And in my world that meant you weren’t worth spending time with. Her name was Jade Juniper. She was the daughter of my parent’s maid, Miss Jaylen. Her parents were divorced. Her father lived a few hours away. She worked a lot. She didn’t have time for friends or fun.I was never nice to her. My friends called her names when they came over. I usually joined in. I could have cleaned up after myself a little to give her some time off, but I didn’t. I didn’t feel bad for her. I never really thought about how she felt. That is how we were. Not who we are now. Things have changed. Everything has changed. This is our story. This is my story.