A betrayal by your best friend of all people pushes you to unlock the secrets of who you are
I've always wondered how it would happen, how my final moments would be, who'd sing at my funeral, you know ,all the dark details . But I guess I should let you know why I'm thinking about death, so I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Lyra Cambridge , I'm a 19 year old fashion major at Clarkson university and I'm going to tell you about the day that lead me to my end.
The day started like any other, I went into the kitchen and started breakfast for myself and my roommate Alice ,we've been best friends since middle school.
"Good morning honey " I shout from the other side of the kitchen island.
"Mmmhhh whatever " Alice mumbles in a voice so groggy you would think she was still sleeping, I laugh because Alice hates the morning,I mean she hates it ,I only the other hand get up with the sun .
"What time do you think you'll be home tonight " Alice asks as she piles pancakes and bacon on her plate.
"I don't know probably around 8:30 , I have to start getting things ready for the fall fashion, even though the show isn't for another two weeks .",I sigh with slight attitude, " But what's up ?" I ask while reaching for a strip of bacon "you have plans or something?"
" No just wondering if you'd be able to hang out tonight , but as usual you have no time for your bestie." Alice pouts but she quickly smiles and runs over to the fridge grabs a can of whip cream and a tub of strawberries," well I'm gonna go ahead and get ready for class. See you Alice.." I head towards my room and grabbed my backpack and phone off the charger and walk to the front door.
I arrive to campus and see a bunch of girls surrounding two guys, as I get closer to the group I noticed that the guys are passing out flyers. The first guy approaches me " hey beautiful." he says, with a rich, thick accent that almost sounds English.
"Hi " I say nervously.
"You should check out our party tonight " he says with a bright beautiful smile.
"What's your name? "I look up finally taking in all his beautiful features.
" my name is Jordan." He smiles he smiles his deep rich milk chocolate skin seems almost iridescent, in the morning, sun his eyes. Where hazel with a red tinge to them, his soft, shiny curls fell perfectly on his forehead while the back and sides of his head were shaved he placed a flyer in my hand . " I'd really like for you to come " he flashes me another smile .