I stood in front of the mirror scowling at my reflection my hair color much too bright, eyes too big for my face.Turtle dove eyes staring back at me not piercing blue, a light dust of freckles covered my cheek on the right.
I looked nothing like the woman in the photo. A curvy blonde with full pink lips, a photo Jamie had chosen from photoshop.
It was all her fault she got me into this hot mess and she better get me out or we will never be friends again.
Okay, maybe I was overreacting just a little, brushing my tangled hair while Jamie sat on the sofa legs crossed beneath her wearing a pink pajamas, nose snuffy and red. She has been fighting her own personal war against the flu for the past four days.
I think she has finally won after choking down so many nyquils and tylenol flu symptoms capsules.
She squealed excitedly from across the room as D sent me an email. I groan strolling over to where she sat. A litter of moving boxes crowded our spacious two bedroom apartment. An apartment, I could never afford on my meager salary. It was a birthday gift from her rich step dad for her thirty first birthday.
Lucky her, all I ever got from my dad was a postcard and a lecture about my behavior.