Jenna or Nancy?

Author's Note: The reason I wrote this piece, was to show a different point of view. I based this story on the song Titanium. I feel like the song is about losing a best friend, and in the song it is Sia's point of view. Now I wrote my story in her ex-best friend's point of view. 

Have you seen Becca’s hair? Is it just me or does that makeup make Sue look worse. OMG! Those clothes looked like your mom picked them out to go to an 80’s dance. She is so uncoordinated that she looks like a old man with a broken leg trying to walk! I’m not sure if she will ever be coordinated enough to play an sport. These are all examples I used to say to my friend, we use to make up jokes about kids. Then it all changed, because the tables turned.

To start our journey, it was a casual day when Jenna first came to our school. I remember seeing her for the first time; I was sitting next to my BFF. Now just for fun, I’m gonna skip the boring part and get to the real action! Jenna and I had become great friends, in fact better than Nancy and I. We turned into the little besties that Nancy and I used to be, spending time criticizing many of the other girls. After time went on we forgot to invite Nancy, and we started to like it!

I’ll be the first to admit that I was the one, who started talking about Nancy meanly, but Jenna didn’t care, she just went along with it like always. Jenna was the same as Nancy, they just listened to what I said then commented along. Jenna could have cared less about other people’s feelings and that’s why I left Nancy for Jenna. Well, by that time Nancy had a different BFF and she was a snooper! She was friends with Jenna and then the worst thing happened!

To put a cherry on top of my sundae, Jenna left me for the snooper. Her name was Eleanor; apparently she was the sweetest around! She had managed to stay friends with both Jenna and Nancy. Jenna finally cut loose; she spilled the beans. Jenna told every single little word that I had said about Nancy! I was in pain; by that time everyone in the school knew that I said mean things about Nancy. When it’s all said and done, I thought my life was over, but it was that very day that changed me.

After this huge crisis another was just around the corner. It is tricky to admit, but I miss Nancy. That day I thought it could get better because of the courageous thing Nancy was going to do. Nancy came up to me with her chest blown up and her chin higher than the empire state building. At that moment I wanted to get on my knees and crawl over to Nancy hold her leg and say I miss you.  Although I had to stay strong, it was my choice that messed up our relationship.

Of all the possibilities, Nancy came up to my face and stated everything I had ever said about her. It was her way of saying why? How? All these things were asked when I had said I didn’t even like her. The last thing I wanted to hear come out Nancy’s mouth, and it was nothing. She stood there and I stood there, tears in Nancy’s eyes as I walked straight passed her. Not one time I could get away with Nancy!

To put the cream on my coffee, when I brushed our shoulders against each other, she grabs my hand and put a sweaty, folded up paper in my hand. She let go of me as she walked the opposite way. Nancy walked swiftly away; I turned to watch her go. It was hard but I let her go, I looked down at the paper then looked back at her then down again. Once I looked up again Nancy had disappeared around the corner, I finally look down and unfold the piece of paper.

Not only was it a paper, it was really a flash drive wrapped up in paper. On the way home, no one wanted to sit by me like the past week and everyone gave me the evil eye. I was sitting on the bus all alone in my seat and tossing the flash drive up in the air and catching it. It wasn’t the big throws like if I were to throw a basketball up. It was just a fun little toss to the other hand, kinda like hand football.

Once I got home, I ran to my bedroom to go, look at what was on the flash drive. I opened the flash drive folder named “I wish U never had”.  Just reading the name of it made my heart ache. I now recognized that reading this was going to be very difficult. The first thing it said was that I can keep the flash drive. I thought for what she is going to put me through, of course I’m keeping the silly flash drive. Next were all the pictures of when we used to hang out. There were even pictures from when we were babies. We were friends for a long long ohh my looonnnggg time. And I missed her, I really did, nothing compares to having fun with your friend. Now the next thing was the time I was with Jenna, it was hard to look at because almost every picture I forgot all that Jenna and I did together. Also in almost every picture I was rolling my eyes, I guess I forced myself to love Jenna, but I really didn’t.

More than anything else there was an unknown item, it was a weird symbol on my computer. I couldn’t figure out what it was, there were many questions to follow “WHAT THE HECK DID YOU PUT ON THIS FLASH DRIVE!” I was also thinking is it going to give a virus? But after thinking about, I most likely deserved being given a computer virus. So after having that debate in my mind I decided to open the unknown.

There I am sitting in my room, my computer on high brightness the sound blasting and then I click. I finally click on the unknown.  As I open the unknown file, I wipe a drop of sweat off my forehead. Not as bad as I expected, but a voice recording pops up. Now onto a different debate, should I open it or not?  I took a while, I turned my head slightly and looked at a picture of me and Nancy at the zoo, and we were having a great time. We both shared a funnel cake and we were hyper the rest of the day, that’s why we made funny faces in the picture. Next I look down at the flash drive, she must want us to be friends again she did have the guts to give me the flash drive and also make it.  Then the choice has come to mind.

Although it may seem like an easy decision, it really isn’t. I am sitting in this uncomfortable stool at my desk, now I’ve been staring at my computer for about a million years! Making up my mind, it can’t be that bad, I mean what you record that would be can mean. Maybe it’s Nancy stating all the things that she doesn’t like about me, just like I did to her; who knows it’s a mystery until I open it. Now the decision is made, I am done deciding, I mean you can’t live your whole life under a rock!

Shaking, sweating, wondering were all things I was doing as I played the voice recording. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, it was just Nancy singing a song. At first glance it was just a song, and I figured she just was sad and stuff. After a while it was a tune stuck in my head, and that Nancy is a good singer. I exited out of the song, it was hypnotizing! After that was over with there was still more thing to look at. It was the lyrics to the song I just heard moments ago. Thinking why this song is so important to Nancy, I looked through the lyrics.

Not that big of a deal, why? It just didn’t make sense to me. I read the lyrics again, and again, but I still don’t understand. Once I’m done failing at trying to understand the lyrics, I search what the hard words mean.  Back to base one, looking what each word means and putting them together.  It all fits together now! The song is about being sad and wanting someone back. Although it also is saying that the mean words you say don’t bring me down at all because I am a strong person. After reviewing the lyrics to me it means that she doesn’t want me back and I was just being mean, and being mean will get you nowhere in life. I believe that to, but I’m not being mean, I’m just suggesting trying different, BETTER ideas.