Heather Cox's Narrative Fiction

Heather Cox had always loved the cold town of Glendale and its cozy spot snuggled between the Gray Mountains. It was a place she felt safe. But then again, she had never been outside of Glendale. With its beautiful trees and snow covered mountains, why would you want to? Heather was exactly like her little town, charming and attractive. Heather looks like the kind of girl that at first glance you would be scared of, like she could tear any ego down in seconds. But she was the exact opposite, she was kind-hearted and friendly. Heather looked just like her mother, long dark hair and playful green eyes. She loved being outside, just like her father did. Heather was always told that she was just like her father when it came to her personality.

She couldn’t remember her dad very well, he had died when she was little, but what she did remember was how he loved to be outside. Heather’s way of staying connected with him was to stay outside as much as possible. Right now Heather was yearning to get out of this party and outside. this doesn’t make sense. I would make this into two different sentences This party was the biggest of the year, as always it is held by The Graham family, and, of course, everyone in Kane High School was invited. Their house had the best view, the Grahams could see the whole town from where they sat. Heather walked over to the window and surveyed her pretty surroundings. The fog teased her, it begged her to come outside. She finally gave in. As she walked outside, she was joined by Matthew Graham, the youngest of the Graham kids. He was a Freshman just like Heather. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. They sat there in silence, taking in their beautiful surroundings. After only a few minutes, they saw someone walking through the haze.
“Please don’t let it be Jenna,” Heather begged
“It’s okay,” Matthew said, “I’m right here.”
“Just my luck,” mumbled Heather, it was Jenna Gray. Jenna is Heather’s best friend, or she was. She could not hold back her fear of Jenna. As Jenna came closer, Heather scooted closer to Matthew, who did not protest.
As Jenna walked up to them, Heather flinched, Jenna just laughed and leaned so that she could whisper into Heather’s ear, "I hate you and I am going to make your life miserable."
“Hi, Matthew!” Jenna said with fake enthusiasm, then turned toward Heather and glared at her with all the wrath she could hold in her little body before she turned to go inside. Heather looked back, even more, scared and started pulling on the, now intriguing, sleeve of her sweater.
"Jenna, I never did anything to you," Heather replied.

They looked at each other with mixed feelings. For a moment, there was longing to be best friends again, but then in an instant, they were once again full of spite.
Jenna whipped around and yelled, “You ruined my life! I can never forgive you! I hate you!”
"Fine then I hate you too," said Heather with a hurt frown. The words hurt as they came out of her mouth.
The look that Jenna had on her face brought Heather back to when and why Jenna hated her in the first place. It all started at the beginning of this school year, they were best friends and everything was fine. They both planned to try out for cheerleading. At tryouts, Jenna kept trying to complete a lot of complex moves, unlike Heather who just kept it simple. Jenna was cocky and obnoxious and made everyone who was trying out annoyed. When the names of who made the team came out, Heather had made the team and Jenna had been put on the list as the first alternative.
When Jenna saw the list she flipped out, yelling at the coach and the girls who made the team.
She had come over to Heather and said, “Why were you ever my friend? Why did you talk bad about me? Was it just so that you could make the team? I hate you and I never want to see you

again!”
Heather was shocked, Jenna had always been level-headed.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything bad about you!” Heather said.
“Oh really? Then how did you make the team and I didn’t?” said Jenna
“Maybe because you were a showoff, vain, and immodest!” Heather shot back. Heather knew then that she had gone too far, she saw the hurt in Jenna’s eyes.
“I’m sorry Jen-” Heather said before she could finish Jenna interrupted.
“No, you’re not,” Jenna said, on the verge of tears, she spun around and ran to her car.
Heather was zapped back to the present by Matthew’s voice. “Heather? Are you okay?” Matthew said.
“Yeah I’m fine,” Heather said.
“We should probably go inside, you look frozen,” Matthew said. Heather did not protest, Matthew guided her into the house and through the crowd to the couch. The rest of the night was a blur to Heather.
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Two days before Christmas day, Heather was on her way to a sleepover at Brooke Fletcher's house, the varsity cheer captain. Heather arrived just as Julia Mars was, so they walked into the party together. Julia was Heather’s back spot in her stunt group, she was tall and thin with long blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Heather and Julia had been close but never as close as her and Jenna. As they walked into the party they were greeted by Brooke. Almost the whole team was there already. Julia and Heather went and sat on the pile of blankets near the fireplace. Everyone was so excited to see each other.
“Okay everyone is almost here!” said Brooke. Everyone cheered, the room's atmosphere was lighthearted. But as the door opened the mood fell, Jenna walked into the party sleeping bag in hand.
“Who invited her?” Someone mumbled. Others murmured in agreement.