Forgetting - Part 12

Three months later

“Thank you so much for this Ellie” I say as I drop my bag on her guest bed.

“You haven’t talked to anyone have you?” She’s standing in the doorway and giving me a look that clearly shows just how ashamed she is.

“No, but I read that note all the time.” I try to change the subject. “What color is your contact case because I don’t want to get ours mixed up.”

“What happened to Jules?”

“What do you mean Ellie? I’m Jules.”

“I mean what happened to the Julia I knew, the girl that was my best friend?”

“We’re still best friends, aren’t we?”

“Contacts? Partying every night? Flunking out of school? When was the last time you even read a novel?” She looks appalled with me.

“I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“Does it matter? Listen to yourself Jules! You were going to be a writer! You were going to be like Dickens or Salinger! You were going to be one of the greats. Now what’s important to you? An illegal drink with the hottest guy in the room and what? Trying to get in his pants later?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You’re being irresponsible and childish! If I didn’t know any better I’d say, well…”

“What! What would you say?” I’m screaming at her now and I can tell she’s intimidated.

“Well I’d say it was Julia who died, and Kim who flunked out of school. You buried yourself and are trying to be your sister.”

“I don’t have a sister.” I push past her toward the front door. “I can find somewhere else to stay.”