I'm Hopeless. Please Help me Elizabeth Clara-Marie Cole.

I ran up the subway stairs out to the gum-filled streets.

I rushed home and dropped my bags got my purse and ran out the door as quick as I could.

I ran to the right, making a slight turn to the left.
And ran all the way to Gabrielle's building.

I listened carefully at the elevator music of Gabrielle's building.

Hey soul sister, Ain't that mister mister of the radio,stereo the way you move ain't fair you know.

As I stopped in the fifth floor, and turned to the right to Gabrielle's door.

I took a deep breath and aimed my finger to the cream button next to the door exposing a loud BEEEEP.

The blasting music stopped.

When the door opened to a blonde girl. She stared at me awkwardly.
Kinda like the Why-is-there-suddenly-a-weird-girl-at-my-door-kind-of-look.

But I recognized the flower picture I have made Gabrielle on her wall. So I decided to step in her house.

And the girl gave me the why-are-you-stepping-in-here-as-if-it-was-your-house-look

The place was quiet, only the sound of breathing and the smell of nail polish.
I looked around and the girl still had the door open.

Gabrielle's room door was open, revealing a bunch of girls sitting in the wood floor.
Including Gabrielle.
I stepped closer as I saw Margaret (EVUL!) and a bunch of other girls.

"Gabrielle. Can I talk to you?" I whispered loudly.

She gave me the go-ahead-look.

"In private?" I said.
She stood up and the girl closed the door and stepped into the room.
I closed the room door.

"What do you think your doing here?" Gabrielle asked.

" Gabrielle..." I started.
I heard giggled from the room.
"I'm sorry, I just don't know what happened. I don't know why were fighting, we belong together." I continued.
"I need you Gabrielle. Who's going to listen to my songs? Who's gonna help me with crafts hauls?"

" I DON'T need your non-sense." Gabrielle started.

" I don't want to listen to your stupid song from your ugly guitar, I don't ever, oh ever want to be seen with you at the mall."

"Gabrielle....What going in to you?" I argued in to you.

"Nothing. I'm just getting the idiot part of you out of my life."

Tears started running down my cheeks.

" And I still do 'craft'. Ahem, Much better then you, still. Now I deco my nails with gems. Make my bed sheets. But I don't any kid 'arts n crafts' thing. That's only for losers like you"

I looked down at her black n' white sparly-full-of-gems nails.
But I wasn't just gonna stay there and cry.
I'm gonna stand up for myself.

"listen, your the idiot here. You, stupid you, is hanging out with the girl that almost got you going to another school." I started.

" Excusemoi, I'm hanging out with the person that almost broke your knee. That was funny." She giggled.

"SHUT THE FREAK UP! Your the idiot because your calling crafts kid stuff and you actually did for your whole life!"

We argued some more, used a few "choice words" As Bethie calls it.

"I can't believe that I was ever your best friend." I exclaimed.

"And I'm glad I'm not. Your best friend with the geek *** what her face Sophia. And that ugly Anabel" She exclaimed.

"Anabel is NOT ugly, and Sophia is not a geek."

"Shut up and get out of here." She slapped. Yes she did.

I stormed out of her ugly apartment and slammed her ugly door.

And I hope it broke.

I rode down the elevator and realized that I'll miss the the smell, the feel of her apartment.

Oh, almost forgot her ugly apartment.

I took the bus to the pet-sitter and picked up my dogs and Jazz (My hamster)

Then I went home threw away the box that contained the friendship bracelet that I was going to give Gabrielle if we made up.

Then I got my cell and texted Sophia:
Bella:

I went to Gabrielle's house. And we Fought again. Now she's hanging out with Margaret and some other girls. I hate her.

Sophia:
Don't worry about her. I'm your friend.

Then I watched raindrop pounding against my window and listened to the thunder until I fell asleep.

~BELLS