No matter how I looked at it what Faith had done was wrong. Until now I had never thought about the consequences of an action like posting a mean picture of someone on Facebook. Usually you expected the victim to treat it as a joke….. Well, not this time, this time Faith had gone to far and no matter who she was, no one picks on my best friend.
It had been Jane and my ﬁrst day at college and we were just unpacking our stuff into our dorm room when a knock was heard at our door. She told us that her name was Faith, she was blonde blue eyed and stood like she had a stick up her butt. she also mentioned that if we wanted an easy ride here then we better “conform” to her wishes, and she said it all with a straight face so I tried to hold in my laugh, my friend Jane on the other hand was not so successful. Bursting out laughing she said “yeah, and I’m the Queen of Sheba”. Faith going beet red looked like she was going to pounce. Turning to Jane I whispered ” I don’t think she was joking “. ” I know that’s what makes it so funny” she said holding her sides trying to stiﬂe the giggles still emanating from her.
By this time Faiths perfectly manicured nails where reaching for my friends face to claw her eyes out. Seeing that the situation was escalating rather quickly, i grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides. Menacingly I whispered “you touch Jane and I will slap all of that caked up makeup mask you call a face right off” letting her go slowly she wobbled a step back and ran out of the room, you could still hear the “you’ll regret this” line coming from her glass lips. My dads favourite phrase popped up in my head “famous last words”. Turning around I could see Jane looking smugly at me as she said “wow ﬁrst day and we already have an enemy, new record.” “Yeah but it was one were no matter what we did she would still hate us” I replied.
Jane had been my best friend since middle school she was the ﬁrst person to make me feel at home when I moved from Ireland to Darwin and we had always been by each others side when we needed it the most especially after her parents died in that car accident, after that she came to live with me and my family . We had gotten up to so much trouble together, she taught me how to stand up for myself, and how to ﬁght back. She was my sister even though we weren’t related by blood and no one messes with family. Even a blonde bitch that probably doesn’t know what ‘Doctor Who’ is. Little miss Faith was in my opinion plastic, and what do we do with plastic…… we recycle it. ” Jane dear, I have an idea” I said grinning evilly. “Ooh tell me, tell me, tell me” she replied enthusiastically. Jane always knew my ultimate revenge face and this was it. This was where all of our evil geniusness became combined. Mwa ha ha haa. ” I think plastic barbie doll Faith needs to be recycled into something new”, ” I’m liking it” she said. And that was our afternoon. Planing what to do about little miss Faith.
The one afternoon about 6 weeks later when I got back from my last class of the day I found Jane huddled in a corner and her laptop on the other side of the room walking over to Jane I asked her what was wrong, there had only been 2 times I had ever seen her this broken, one had been when her parents had died. I walked over to the laptop and picked it up looking at what ever had almost destroyed my best friend. It was a message from ‘The
plastic bitch’. Message title said ‘truce’ but then I clicked on it. I regretted it instantly. Sucking in a breath I hissed at the computer screen, Faith had photo shopped a school photo of Jane to a pregnant woman’s body. You know how I had said that I had only seen Jane in this condition twice before. Well, this was the other time. I had never told anybody about it but about 2 months ago Jane had had a miscarriage. Yep, my besty had been pregnant with her ex-boyfriends baby and she wanted to keep it. I was going to be an aunty, but something went wrong and she lost the baby, when to doctor had come back he gave her the worst news imaginable. He told her that she would never be able to have any more children.
My best friend was broken and it took a week just to get her to start talking again and three more just to see her smile. Two months later she was almost back to normal and now this happened. In a rage I threw the laptop out the window and walked over to Jane kneeling down I looked her in the eye and said ” come on, get on my back, in taking you to the nurses ofﬁce the way you are now I don’t trust you to be on your own” nodding she got
onto my back and I gave her a piggyback all the way to the nurses ofﬁce. When the nurse asked what happened I just told her to wait and that there was still one more to come but that she would be unconscious, and before the nurse could object I raced out of the sickbay and went in search of Faith.
I came to a stop at the sound of Faiths laugh in the lounge room of the campus. walking towards the door Faiths laugh was emanating from I walked through the door and when she saw me stood up calmly from the seat that she had taken and said “did Jane enjoy her present”, striding up to her I looked her dead in the eye and said in a voice so cold I bearly recognised it as mine ” not as much as I’m going to enjoy giving you mine” and with that I gave her a big right hook. Before she had even registered what had happened she was falling to the ﬂoor knocked out with a split lip. ” this is all your fault, and you don’t even know the damage your little stunt has caused” I hissed in my lilting irish accent as I walked out.
Seeing one of the professors in the corridor near the student lounge, I walked up to him and told him everything and that Jane and I would like an ofﬁcial transfer to a different college. He sadly accepted the task of arranging the transfer papers and I told him about barbie Faith and how I had KO’d her and that she would need someone to take her to the sickbay. And again he sadly accepted the task but this time I noticed the slightly amused look in his eyes. With that I went back to the sick bay to collect Jane from the sickbay. Seeing her asleep on one of the cots I sidled up next to her gave her an encouraging hug. In the end, I ended up falling asleep next to her waiting for the papers that would send us to a new world of possibilities and choices, and hoping that they would be better ones that today’s.