Even the best of friendships can go sour. I made my way across my vintage-themed room and sat down onto the bed. Staring down into the palm of my hand where the necklace lay, now worn and blood-stained. A tear trickled down my cheek as I ran my finger over the once beautiful diamond-encrusted heart,
“I’ve kept it safe Octavia, like I promised to.”
Octavia was like my sister, my other half. I trusted her. We were known as Harper and Octavia, never seen apart. I remember when we went on a road trip to a river, where we spent a few days travelling around to markets and shopping. Octavia always wore a diamond-encrusted, heart-shaped locket around her neck. During the trip to the river, we were sitting in our small hotel room with nothing to do. Octavia took off her locket and handed it to me telling me it was her grandmother’s.…show more content… My gaze wandered across the room to Octavia who was now drunkenly dancing on top of a table. She met my gaze and gave me a sly look. I rolled my eyes and walked outside not being able to bare Octavia's unusual bashful behaviour. Octavia has always been known as the popular, academic, goody-two-shoes whereas I was referred to as her “shy, awkward minion”. All though I think everyone, including myself, was surprised when Charlie, the most popular guy in school, asked me out. I’m still convinced it’s some sick joke between him and his friends, everyone knows he has a thing for Octavia. I walked back into the lounge where, I last saw her. My eyes scanned the room searching for a woozy, curly ombre-haired
