( A/N): important author's note at the end of chapter, you'll know the key wordings by the darkened words.
EMMA'S POV
I let out a sigh as I walk into the all too familiar walls of Eastview high, back here,
again.
I relax when I remember it's going to be my last, why not make the best of it? But then again that's what I always say but end up doing what I do best, read and simply be invisible.
It's not all that bad regardless of what my three besties say, I think it's safe, safe from all the highschool drama. Drama+Emma=Never happening, I hope. This is final year and like my mom always says "The year of the unexpected."
Yeah right.
I am drawn from my thoughts when I am engulfed in a very huge and tight bear hug. Only three people in school would ever feel the need to hug Emma Johnson.
After been released, I take my time to examine any changes in my three besties, they always surprise me and this being the final year, it should be more spicy.
I take a look at Freya, she is the youngest amongst us but definitely the most mature, she has always been the more beautiful one amongst us all, we all knew that, well except her.
She was never really a fan of skirts, though she wears them on very rare occasions, so it comes as no surprise as she's not on one. The suprise here is that she's on a pallazo instead of her usually skinny jeans. It's a Jean one with red stripes at the bottom, topped with a red blouse, balanced by a white Nike sneakers and an up do ponytail. In summary, she looks wonderful as always.
"Woah girl!" I praise, causing her to give out a short laugh, covering the blush which had been creeping up. She doesn't have much confidence in her look which is weird cos she has a mirror.
"Seriously, girl!!, you're looking good." I persist. She finally gives in to the blush and adds a smile to it.
"Thanks." She mutters.
"Um she's not the only one who likes to be complimented." Esmay says with pretend anger, folding her hands and looking up.
I take the opportunity to take her look all in, unlike Freya she adores skirts, well short ones. She feels it makes her already defined shape even better and she's right.
She's on a black tight leather skirt with a black tank top, a black leather jacket over black boots.  She's brown skinned which matchs her dark but silky hair.
With this outfit, she's definitely rocking the bad girl look.
I take the opportunity to access Jody's look, though there is a slight chance she'd care if I didn't.
She's dressed in a basketball jersey over some tight jean and boy sneakers.
She loves dressing up as a boy, probably because she has three brothers and no sister, by blood of course, cos we're her sisters.
She might have turned part boy by now if we hadn't been around, though she always looks good. Her brunette hair is braided in two to the back.
"Going all goth?" I question esmay, referring to her all black attire. She huffs then turns it into a smile.
"Well it is final year." She replies, all smiles, and then looks at me disapprovingly and I know exactly why.
"Before you say anything, no, I'm not changing, I like my clothes, they are comfortable and nice." I say staring down at my sweatpants and polo.
"Let her wear whatever she's comfortable in." Freya states, making Esmay scoff.
"Says the girl who is rocking her outfit." Esmay retorts.
"That's because I feel comfortable in them and if Emma does too in her's, there shouldn't be any problem. Jody isn't going all out but she looks really pretty." Freya explains.
Jody who hasn't contributed sees Freya's statement as the perfect time to huff.
"Do not refer to me as pretty, ew." she pleads, shivering in disgust.
"Now is not the time for your boy side to kick in Jo, plus we all know you look good in that outfit." Esmay speaks.
With the look on Freya and Jody's faces it's clear they still have a lot to say so I decide just cut it off.
"That's enough children." I order, with a pretend motherly British accent, which makes us laugh and then pull ourselves in for a hug.
"What? Valentine is like a week from now and they're are already putting up posters." Freya says, looking at a picture and huffing.
"Hey, what do you have against valentine?"
Esmay asks.
"Yeah hater, what do you have against love?" I add in.
"Even I like valentine." Jody adds, coming from our girl boy, it sure means a lot.
"I'm not against love." She defends.
"Really? Cos valentine is all about love." Esmay retorts.
"I just feel like when you love someone you shouldn't wait for one day to buy them gifts or do lovey dovey stuff, everyday should count as a day of importance if it means having to share it with the one you love." Freya explains.
"Wow girl, that's deep." Jody says, getting affirming nods from us all.
Esmay seems to have gotten a comeback but is interrupted by the bell.
"You don't want to be late for class, so I guess I win." Freya smirks victoriously.
I send her a glare trying to keep a straight face.
"You didn't win!" Esmay whines as Freya turns around and walks away.
"Can't hear you, too busy wining." she taunts as she heads for class.
Jody and Esmay huff as I finally give in to the smile, typical us.
I take my book from my locker and move to literature, I love this class but not just cos of Miss Maryweather but cos HE is going to be there.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it's short but I just wanted to give a little glimpse of the story before I really get in on it.
PS: I got the inspiration from my three besties, we aren't together anymore though, long story, but yeah, this was kinda like us.
I hope you enjoyed it, please give your comments and also vote and recommend, let's take this baby far. Thanks 😊
PS: Don't judge a book by it's first three chapters, go further reach the sixth or seventh before concluding it's crap. Just pointing that out no offense 🙂