"Friend Crushes"

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She passed by and the smell of her strong, refreshing perfume wrapped its hands around me, it consumed me, being more delightful rather than overpowering. I immediately could not help but turn to see who has done all of this to me in a matter of quick seconds? It was her. The one nobody denied the power of. The whole school turned heads as she passed by. She was an amusing creature, yet oddly a different one.

Her blue eyes stood out of her pale, pale skin like almost a red spot in a painting of sea blue colours. The hazel braid down her back reflected light just like diamond. Nonetheless, her piercing eyes, that would throw darts at you each and every time she'd stare. She was one with her football, they never parted ways, and never will. Always surrounded with girls that admired every piece of her, and even "wanted" her forever by their side. Everyday she'd walk with a different girl in the playground, with a walk thats quite superior, one of a conqueror rather than a school girl.

With as many friends admiring your every single move, you would without a doubt become one that thinks of herself as someone above the rest. She's fierce, don't you ever dare and come up to her while she's with 'them.' But when she is all alone, she becomes one that is incredibly approachable, almost the "nicest" girl in my school (with an ever so slight hint of exaggeration). Everyday you'd spot her with a girl, strolling, carelessly holding hands, clearly showing their "love and affection" and caressing each other's bodies.

But with all of this, there is a hint of sadness expressed in her eyes that grows everyday. Everyday you'd see her moving from one friend to another throughout the playground, yet none of them are her true friends. The way she slips and slides in between them, screams I need a friend or at least some sort of company to talk to. None of them are true to her, they all want her name by their side, instead of the real her. She is a box that keeps on adding things to its insides, but never opens up about the least of things, she's kept it all captive inside her in fear that she'd lose the person that she has made everybody see, but she is about to blow up. Everyday you'd see that glimpse of sadness further grow until one day her eyes will no longer be there, instead just a hole of colour.

I admire her strength, that is as obvious as the bright rays of the summer sun. Her beauty is undeniable, yet I do fear her not understanding herself, or losing herself in the struggle of being a teenager in this world of ours. Getting sidetracked by today's mischief, losing herself. Giving herself up for what she 'thinks' she wants/needs. Calling those young and foolish heart desires 'love.' Asking for her return everyday of her life.

But this is the beauty of life, people come and go, not everybody will remain by your side along this tremendous ride. Some people will disappear and some might appear, bringing new stories, new devours, new hopes and dream- fresh souls. You may not want to accept the fact that it is over, but that is not a choice that is given to you to make. It is a command you have no choice in it.

What truly is ridiculous, the fact that with all those 'friends' hanging around her, none of them managed to save her from her devastating state of mind.

I want to help her, I incredibly do. Something about her, I see a little piece of myself in her. A sprinkle of my soul on her. I want to save her because the one within me cannot tolerate seeing her in such a phase. I do not personally know her, but my soul knows hers, it also feels her feeling for some reason. It feels her agony.

"Save me" her eyes scream each time I glance at them.

A blog to explain the blog

 First off to clear the air, This blog shall not be your "oh-so-typical" blog, yet it shall be my way of unveiling or unmasking "her" to you, and to me as well. "But who is that person you call "her"?" you're asking, well that my dear friends is something you and I have yet to discover. Let's call it our mystery. We, both you and I, will go on a lengthy and extensive journey to find "her." She, the one that is in control of this blog and is writing to you right now. 

Secondly, i'll be exploring lots of topics that hit close to home and issues that I deal with on a regular basis as a teen. I will also release a load of my thoughts and splatter them out over here, so you've been warned! Thirdly, I'm not that dull, gloomy girl in the corner, which I feel the need to tell you, yet I will remain anonymous. But this blog will carry out a wide variety of emotions. 

Finally, I am in no way a professional writer, so please keep that in mind while reading this. I will also fail to satisfy all tastes, but I'm just human. 

Stay safe and look up,

E.O.