hello [COLD] world

[Frankie Blake]

well maybe i'm not [perfect]

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I stood at the gates of Ember's once again. It was my first day back after getting my stomach pumped and spending a month in rehab. My mom had drove out to see me twice and paid for my taxi to take me back here.
I was surprised the school even let me back after the trouble I had gotten in. Not that I was complaining. I came back here with new intentions. My previously messy and untamed blond hair was now trimmed, treated and died a reddish colour. My usual black eyeliner was replaced with a small amount of natural looking make-up. I was wearing a pretty dress that went down as far as my knees. With my black converse, of course. There's some things a girl can't let go of. But I looked half descent for once in my life.
But it wasn't only my appearance that changed. That night I went on a drinking binge and ended up in a ditch, let for dead, really made me appreciate life. So here I was, back at Embers, ready to make a new start. No more drinking, no more sex, no more parties and no more bitchyness. And maybe, if I was the luckiest girl alive, I may be able to win back Jamie, even just her friendship.
I made my way across the grounds and up the steps to the dorms with only a few stared and some whispers. I knew I would be the talk of the school for a few weeks, but I could live with that.
I held my breath outside my dorm. I hadn't seen Eliza since I went into hospital. Would she still want to be friends with me. I reached out for the handle but before I could open it, it was opened from the other side.

[Elizabeth Rossmund]

Frankie!” I wrap my arms around her quickly, afraid that she’ll leave again. I smile my biggest smile, my cheeks begin to hurt. I can’t help but smile. Frankies back! “how’re you doing?”
I see a girl whisper something to her friend as I say this, causing her friends to look our way and giggle.
“Something funny?” I peer around Frankie. “No? Then maybe you should look at your life. It must be really pathetic if you constantly have to talk about other peoples.” I was so damn tired of people talking about her. She had been the talk of the school since they found her in that ditch. At first I pretended that I didn’t hear what people were saying, thinking that it would quickly blow over, but I was wrong. After a couple of days I couldn’t take it anymore! I began to fight back. I confronted people, argued back and I’m ashamed to admit that I even cursed on a couple of occasions.
I ushered Frankie in and closed the door behind her. It was only then that I got a good look at her. Her hair had changed. She coloured it red. Its longer, healthier. She looks alot healthier than the last time I’d seen her. She has no bags under her eyes, and I think she gained a little weight. She no longer has the body of a twelve year old. She’s beginning to get curves! Her fashion sense has changed also. This is the first time I had ever seen her in a dress! She’s still wearing her converse of course. There are some things that you can never change.
“You look great” I say smiling again. “You would not believe how much I missed you!”

[Frankie Blake]

well maybe i'm not [perfect]

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at least i'm working on it[/center]

I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic welcome. I mean, it wasn't like I was much of a friend to Eliza over the last few weeks. But she had obviously stayed loyal to me, standing up for me when I wasn't here to stand up for myself. She seemed to have overcome her shyness and started showing people who could be boss. I smiled at that.
After she dragged me into the room she looked me up and down, taking my change in for the first time. "You look great" She was the first person to tell me this, the first person I had spoke to. I couldn't help but smile.
"I've missed you too, unbelievably so!" I sat down on the bed. "Thank you for that, by the way. You didn't need to stand up for me, I probably don't deserve it."
I looked around the room. Not much had changed. My docking station was still by my bed and some of my clothes lay on the floor. I had gone on a shopping spree with the money mum had been putting in my account when I went on a trip with the rehab group so I had a suitcase of new clothes.
"How have you been?" I asked her, smiling up at her. "Give me a briefing on everything I've missed."

[Elizabeth Rossmund]

“I’ve been ok.” I try to smile. The truth is I’ve uncovered a lot of things that I wish I didn’t. But I guess we all have our demons, or in my case dragons.
“You’ve missed a lot!” a lot more than you’ll ever know. “you know that they gave me a new ‘temporary’ roommate while you were gone. It was horrible! She was kinda weird, not colourful or eccentric weird, but seriously freaky weird. Like one night I woke up to find her leaning over me, watching me sleep. I was so freaked out that I stayed with someone else for a couple of days just to avoid her. When I came back to our dorm she was gone and so was the hair from my hairbrush.”
She was a strange character. Come to think of it I don’t even remember her name. Thank god Frankie is back. I hadn’t heard from her since she left, she never called or wrote. I thought that maybe she had forgotten about me. I thought that maybe she didn’t think we were friends. I didn’t even know that she was coming back until the year head told me this morning to expect her. Just don’t say anything about it. Keep smiling. She’s here and she’s healthy. Frankie’s back!
I run over and hug her again. “Thank god you’re back.”

[Frankie Blake]

well maybe i'm not [perfect]

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at least i'm working on it[/center]

I wasn't sure whether to laugh at the idea of her new room-mate or be worried. She did sound pretty crazy. I had a feeling that Eliza wasn't telling me everything that had happened while I was gone but I decided not to press the subject.
I hugged her back. "I am too." I smiled, letter her go. "And I've changed. I'm going to be a better person now. And I understand if you don't think that's possible but I'm going to try. And I'm sorry I didn't keep in contact but I lost my phone that night and the rehab centre wouldn't let me visit you or you visit me in case you smuggled drink or whatever. I really did wish I could have seen you though, you're such a good friend to me"
It was true, Eliza was probably the best friend I'd ever had.

[Elizabeth Rossmund]

“Oh don’t be sorry, I understand completely.” I tried to hold back tears. Frankie was probably my only genuine friend. She didn’t like me because of my bank account, or my possessions or my last name. She liked me for me. She was a true friend.
I was surprised that she spoke so openly at her experiences. Usually when a family went on “vacation” for some much needed “relaxation” they never talk about it. Ever. Instead they would look down on anyone else who on top of the social ladder who sought to get help. Hypocrites. I’m so glad I got out of there when I did. If not, I don’t know what I would have done. Thank god I had my dad to keep me sane, while he was still around.
Frankie never spoke about her family. I get it. Some things you don’t really want to talk about. And some things you just can’t talk about.

[Frankie Blake]

well maybe i'm not [perfect]

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at least i'm working on it[/center]

"Oooh that reminds me!" I pulled my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it. "I have something for you."
While at the rehab center they had us do a lot of different activities, stuff to keep us busy, to keep our minds off our addictions. A lot of it was creative and I really got into some of it.
It was in the pottery class that I got the idea of making something for Eliza. I knew that there was nothing I could buy her that she couldn't buy herself so I decided to make her something personal. But I was horrible at pottery so I made her a friendship bracelet instead.
I spent a lot of time at it, practicing elaborate designs until eventually I managed to make a pretty pink one with little white flowers and Eliza written on it with baby blue coloured thread. I didn't even use magic. I was quite proud of it.
"Here it is," I smiled, holding it out carefully in one hand.