She brushed her long dark hair. It had always tangled so fast. She had been thinking of cutting it short. That’s what her friend Amara did, and she seemed happy with the bold bob cut. She picked up her school bag and headed out the door.
Strands of her hair got stuck in her jacket, some got tangled on her hands, stuck at the screw part of her glasses. How troublesome, she really should cut it.
When she arrived at school she was greeted by Amara. Her new cut looked good on her. “We should take a picture with my new haircut!” said Amara, taking out her phone. She gladly accepted her friends picture request. They didn’t take pictures often, apparently that’s something common between best friends. That’s why she never complained about it, although she wished she had some more pictures of Amara. After taking the picture they chatted a bit more. Amara was talking about a new boy that she had meet. This wasn’t the first time Amara talked about this stuff, she was pretty popular among guys and even some girls. She was aware of the attention she was receiving, and it had to have made her happy, right?
She head to class after she ended the convo about the boy with Amara. There was a boy who always sat behind her at class. He always seemed to examine her hair, just examine though he never dared to touch it. Amara had told her that the boy probably liked her. But that was Amara… she was well she. Of course, the boy wouldn’t like her. She wasn’t pretty like Amara; her hair was definitely not as smooth as Amaras as well. It had tangles in it no matter how hard she brushed it.
The bell rung; she got up to leave the class. “Should I walk home with Amara today?” was what she taught. She looked around the hall but failed to see Amara anywhere. Then she remembered, Amara went to the rooftop sometimes, just to stand there, might be the only weird quality she has.
She headed to the rooftop. An uneasy feeling appeared somewhere in her chest. She walked up the stairs one by one. The tension between her and the stairs increased one by one. “What’s wrong with me today?” she let out in a breathy voice. There it was the red door that opened to the rooftop. She pushed the heavy door “Amara?”.
There, she saw something that left her unable to move. A girl… A girl pushed Amara… She ran to the edge of the roof. “Oh no! Oh god please!” she cried. The tears fell from a few feet’s as she was looking to the ground. “Huh?” There was no one there. No blood like she had expected, no one screaming or crying in horror. She turned her head to look at the culprit. No one.
Her surroundings got blurry. She could feel her feet lift from the ground. The red door? Why was she here again, was Amara going to disappear again like she did? She hesitated to open the door this time. A few second later she heard a phone ringing. Someone picked it up. “Ah.. yes I am waiting for her to leave so I can hangout with you guys…” Was that Amara? “…Just because I hung out with her a couple of times, she thinks we are best friends…” Who was she talking about? “…Yeah, I thought I could use her for grades, but you are right.” Was she talking about her? “She never had a best friend before, she should’ve waited a bit more, after all what is always missing becomes unneeded thereafter.” Oh right. She remembered now. She pushed the door open. She remembered who pushed her best friend. She stood behind Amara…
A blood curdling scream was heard at the front yard. With the scream she woke up from her dream, In the jail cell she was put in. “So you got in for murder, huh?” “Yeah…” She replied brushing her hair which was cut short. As short as Amaras.