too. We were very different, like chalk and cheese. The only thing we had in common were our figures. We were both five foot three with small frames and slim builds, which we had inherited from our mother along with our curvy top half.
Libby hadn’t minded this so much as she did like to be admired, but not in a vain way. She wasn’t a big head by any means but after a long childhood of being picked on for the way she looked, she finally started to get her confidence back when her body matured. And she was a head turner. I didn’t really mind this either up until recently. I used be quite comfortable with my body, but now I just wanted to hide it away in dark clothes.
The rest was completely different. She had natural curly, fire red hair and instead of the normal fair skin she was naturally tanned with a lightly freckled nose. This she got from our father. She had the most beautiful green eyes that looked more like jade stones or some deep lagoon you just wanted to jump into on a hot day. They gave a lot of insight into her character and her feelings.
I, on the other hand, was naturally blonde and very pale. My eyes were a boring grey/bluish colour that looked more like the sky when there was a storm coming. They were big but the only thing about them was that they were framed with thick eyelashes that Libby would have given her right arm for. But that wasn’t the most outstanding difference between us. It was our clothes, which showed our difference in style.
She was wearing a tight dark brown pencil skirt with tights and boots, which made her legs look great and the tight red sweater showed off her beautiful hourglass figure. When she had come down stairs, she had looked ready for a catalogue shoot not just a shopping trip at the local mall. I could see now why it had taken her an hour longer than me to get ready. Even when I used to make an effort it still didn’t take me as long.
I was just wearing my usual comfy fitted jeans, a black long sleeved top and my scruffy flat baseball shoes that had seen better days. And of course no make-up what so ever. Luckily I did have fairly nice skin, even though deadly pale wasn’t the most attractive feature about it. I always looked as if I had just come from my crypt and didn’t care about the sunlight rule. Even the bright lights of the mall didn’t help. If anything they made it worse, reflecting off it. I shied away from the thought, getting embarrassed as this Goth girl studied me.
“My name's Rachel Jane Thomas, but everyone calls me RJ!” She held her hand out waiting for my response.
“I’m Keira...Umm Johnson, but everyone calls me Kaz.” We smiled at each other as we shook hands. I hated telling people my full name, always holding my breath until it came out right.
“Are you at the college here?” I asked hopefully, as it would be nice to know at least one person before I started.
“Yeah, I’m going to be a freshman in a couple of weeks.” Result! I thought enthusiastically. Ok, I’d better keep this going, just keep talking, maybe she would give me her number.
“Great, me too, just wish I knew the area better.” I said hoping she would get my hint.
“Well let me give you my number and we could meet up some time. Hey, have you been to club Afterlife yet?”
“No, is that the one on the outskirts of town?”
“Yeah that’s the one, loads of my friends go there, it will be a good place for you to meet some more people.” She was already writing down her number on my receipt as she had put my things in a bag ready for me.
“Give me a ring tomorrow and I’ll let you know which night we're going there. That way I can introduce you to my friends.”
“That will be great. Ok, well I'll ring you tomorrow then.”
“Cool, nice meeting you Kaz.”
“Yeah, you too.” I made my way to the door and turned to wave only to find her already on her mobile phone chatting away. I could have sworn I heard her mention my name.
The rest of the day was more fun than I thought it would have been, and we even got chance to do some food