Confessions Begin..

okay, i'm still bored.and it's so hot out i can't go out anywhere

so i'll just tell you a little about me.and my life

life,for me,is good.it's always been great.i have an amazing family,friends who care for me...

well...some more than others

see,there's been a lot happening to me all of a sudden in the past year.a lot's changed and a lot of the times,i'm just not sure how to handle it all...

for instance,all this business with queen B.i swear,she makes me so mad i just wish i could wring my hands around that bony little neck of hers and make her croak..!

but i'm getting ahead of myself.you don't even know who queen B is.

queen B...hmmm..where to begin...she's been so many things in my life i'm not even sure where to start...

i met queen B when i was about three years old.she used to live across the street from me when we were kids.apparently we used to play together all the time..or so my parents say so anyway

then,my dad got transferred and we moved,and i didn't see her again.until five years anyway.i met her again when i was eight.i lived in this tiny little town where my dad's job had him transferred,and her dad who was working for the same organization,got transferred there too..i remember my dad telling my mom they'd shifted and my eight year old self went "who's shifted?"

my dad then goes "oh yeah you wouldn't remember,this family we used to live close to moved into town,you used to play with their daughter all the time,she's about your age,or maybe a year younger at most" that sparked my interest.i asked for their phone number and my dad told me.so i gave the family a call.queen B's dad picked up

"Hello?"
"Hi.I'm calling for *insert queen B's name here*. She home?"
"umm,hold on,i'll bring her to the phone"

a little scuffling and lots of audible yelling for queen B later,she finally came to the phone.

"Hello?"
me : "hey,guess who"

yeah.i was really smart back when i was eight.like she was supposed to know my name when we'd barely met (meeting when you're three doesn't count obviously)

"umm,okay,*insert queen B's best friend's name here* is that you?"

it's ironic that she'd mistake me for her.who knew later i'd be the one with all her friends..
but getting ahead of myself again..anyway,back to the phone convo:

me : "uh,no i'm not her"
"okay,i give up.who is it?"
"*insert my name here*" i said it with such a chirpy ring and such confidence she supposed she was the one who hadn't recognized me..

queen B : "um..right.okay..so,how are you?" she,obviously,did not have a clue who i was

"oh,you know,alright.listen,i'm bored,want to play?"

it's that easy when you're eight years old.all you got to say is "want to play" and five minutes later,you're best friends

we weren't best friends in five minutes though,queen B and i.it came a lot more gradually than that.she treated me with a lot of indifference at first

so anyway,she said yes,i said yippe,i'm coming over,so i went.

after that we used to play every day together.our favorite past time was re enacting the parent trap,or playing barbie.seriously.i still find myself staring at shop windows where dolls are stacked,all resplendent in their shiny boxes and pretty dresses.i just like dolls,seven or seventeen,i'm not growing out of that ever!i'm a doll enthusiast.

anyway,getting back on track.

we played every day for a year after which we had our first sleepover,on my birthday.we munched on chocolate,jumped on all the springy couches in the house and broke quite a lot of stuff when we broke into the drawing room.a year after that she moved.a year after she moved I moved,some place completely different and we didn't see each other again for four years after she'd moved..

i was twelve years old then,she was eleven,life was just starting to get interesting in those pre adolescent days..

we witnessed our first crushes,our first social downfalls,our first major humiliations,our first stages of puberty...we went through everything together.i loved her like i'd never loved any friend

then came one of the defining moments of my life...

enter,waliya's proclaimed best friend,the one she mistook me for on the phone...