Don't judge a book by it's cover

When I was at school, I had a friend, for the purpose of this story I shall call her Sarah (the addiction to comma's is still there, as I am sure you can tell by my flagrant disregard for the proper rules of grammar as shown in these three-ish lines..that's another thing, why is it that when I'm writing stuff here, it comes out as more/less lines than when it gets posted? Makes me look super dumb!)


Anywho, Sarah (who by the way, is desi) was one of the best friends I ever had.


Let me explain something, desi girls (whilst at this young stage) have this thing about being book smart etc.. and any girl who doesn't show an interest in books is seen to be a slag/slut/whore who will amount to nothing.


Now Sarah never paid much attention at school, she was too interested in talking about fashion and boys. Despite this, Sarah still got top grades, even though the swotty desi girls in my year didn't like her (one girl, whose mother my mother absolutely loved despised her).


I was an ugly duckling whilst I was at school (come to think of it, I am still waiting for the swan emergence people!) and she was a great friend to me...now many people think that a girl that interested in makeup and boys would pay me no mind but she was a fucking excellent friend.


The aforementioned mother of a friend saw me out with Sarah once and reported it at once to my mother, as if it was a crime to have a mate who didn't pay attention at school.

Anywho, Sarah ran away from school with another girl with whom she was very good mates. Numerous stories went around about what happened and the aforementioned mate (the one mi madre knew) told my mum how Sarah was always out smoking and chatting up the boys. Stupid cow. Thankfully, my mother isn't an idiot and she didn't believe it.

Sarah came back after a week and all was well.

We got our GCSE results and Sarah went to college.

I never saw her or heard from her again.

I made new friends in sixth form and they were "perfect" desi girls, no smoking, no drinking..jus work..proper wholesome girls.

We had a falling out (which I maintain to this day was not my fault and individual adjudicators will agree..I've asked them).

I left school in 2000, so I hadn't heard from Sarah in 7 years.

I decided to open a Facebook account and get in touch with people from school.

Sarah was on Facebook.

She has totally not changed AT ALL, she is still the same warm and loving person that she was in school, we have agreed to meet up and I can't fucking wait.

It is funny how the girls who look uberly bitchy are always the nicest ones underneath, and the ones who look nice are the ones who stab you in the back for no reason.