"God please let us make this safe"
I muttered under my breath.

I was perched precariously on the edge of the bike,clunging for my dear life. This GIRL was a great as well as a rash driver . Sorry if I got your hopes crushed or anything. Yes it wasn't any lad driving the bike. And that GIRL is Bree herself. Pretty unbelivable right? Let me explain.

Bree is a total bike freak. She became obssessed with bikes when she was a kid. I think , she's got that riding skills in her blood from her uncle-a freaking professional racer who used to take her to all the races he took part.

Even though her parents protest, her uncle supports her in riding bikes, which he proved it right by gifting her a BMW motorcycle on her seventeenth birthday and on which I'm currently sitting or precisely clunging to save myself from falling or something.

My stomach was contorting strangely with all that sharp turns she was taking. You see, that's the reason I always go with Mikhail and never ask her for a ride. This was ominous but one- going with Bree has its perks and two- it was pointless to be scared as I'd already lived through worst things possible. In comparison with that why should anything frighten me now? But the problem was that, my stomach wasn't buying all those crap.

Suddenly everything was silent which eventually made me open my eyes to see Bree tapping her foot whilst looking at her watch. This is what she does when she's impatient.

You might be wondering what the heck is going on. To make long story short, remember Bree telling me about her marvelous plan yesterday?

Well ,she came at seven this morning disrupting one of my awesome saturday sleeps and told me that she was running out of time as she needs time to execute her plan and dragged me with her so that we could go to the 'Let things be' tree.

'Let things be' tree was spotted when I was once wandering aimlessly after a worst day at school and when I say worst - of course, I was bullied and let's leave out the crappy parts.
Coming back to the point, as I was wandering I spotted this lonely woods and decided that it would be the ideal place to clear up my mind. That's when I saw this big tree standing in the middle with no other trees around it, which I felt as though it was special.

After frequent visits myself and Bree racked our brains and named it 'Let things be' as it gave the recquired calmness we...no I needed many at times.

"Earth to Nikki" Bree said whilst snapping her fingers in front of me and I was already being dragged into the woods before I could even utter a word.
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"I think this ain't gonna work.... unless you give it a shot". Bree completed for me.

"Look Bree ,maybe your transform-from -ugly-nerd -to - irresistible beauty kind of thing may work but whatever I do I'm a nerd...a bullied nerd and I feel that's never gonna change. Seriously no offence to your plan but I have already been through worst things and I don't wish to get embarrassed anymore cause I'm so tired of this".
After hearing my breathless rant Bree gave me a stern look before ordering me.

"Firstly leave aside your insecurities and quit being pessimistic. Secondly stop putting yourself low and notch up your task. Thirdly get your ass moving we've got things to do".

"Whoa, slow down there counselor, don't get too worked up but seriously you'd make a good counselor, positive". I said nudging her arms slightly a smirk finding a way onto my face.

"Now that's the last thing I want to hear" she said with a smile whilst rolling her eyes.
As we neared her bike I decided going again was a bad idea after that ominous experience.

"Bree I'll take a cab or something. I'm not ready for yet another death ride of your's which my stomach can't buy anymore".

"Fine I'll meet you in ten minutes at the mall. But admit it, I'm an awesome rider". She prided.

"Yeah, yeah whatever" I muttered under my breath.

With that she jumped on her black motorcycle, kicked it to start in one try and raced back down the road. She looked so professional as she leaned over the handlebars,head low, face forward,her dressed - fully -in - leather - attire adding an edge to her already pro skills.

Let me say,when it comes to the cool and social statuses of myself and Bree its like she's at the top of the pyramid while I'm gazing at her from the ground. Yeah we're total opposites. And this bike riding thing she's got added to the amount guys drooling behind her.

Sometimes I wonder how we ever got to be friends in the first place. Seriously she's one of "the populars ". Like other popular girls when it comes to fashion she goes into a frenzy. She always keeps up with the latest fashion trends. And imagine how her wadrobe might be... precisely a fully equipped three story closet with all sorts of signature dresses, formal and informal wear.... varied coats... jackets, blazers....very costly shoes, mostly 6- inch killer stilettos and countless accessories with no room for cheap clothes. It's like she's always on the check-out -on-a-daily basis- list. For girls it's her style statements and for guys it her beauty and mostly her hotness. But I'm on the just-a-nerd list. Not that I'm complaining or anything. It's just the way we've been together all these years.

The point is we both are provided with lots of money but we have our own ways of profligating it. It's just that she invests her money on beauty stuff and shopping while I spend it on buying books and electronics.

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After hours and hours of window shopping and schlepping the bags all over the mall , I was glad about the comfort my bed was providing me right now. I felt as though I was suffering from sciatica after all the amount of walking I've done today. Yet Bree was in her normal self who was right now sorting out my wadrobe. She had forced me to buy all sorts of provocative, short and skin - tight dresses, not to add all the high heel stilettos. She had also planned the evening, with me taking lessons from her on how to carry myself well with all the stuff I'm gonna were, then going to the salon to give me a new hair-do , finally dragging me to the county fair to end this awful day. I had no intentions on going to the fair but Bree had her own ideas buy bringing my mom into the picture. I'd been to many fairs even amusement parks when I was younger, only to find out that it always ends in a disastrous way. Hope I don't end up breaking my hand or twisting my ankle.
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Sometimes I wonder if Bree is only friends with me so I can act as her human barbie just as long as she decides to become a beautician or something , although I'm not pretty enough to be one of those plastic dolls.
Thinking about it, I can say being anyone's barbie doll doesn't sound appealing. Those poor things have all kinds of nasty stuff performed on them by children; heads ripped off, hands and legs strewn across the room.

Anyway, back to the present. Bree was doing my already done hair- a new haircut and blow dried hair. She just grabs every opportunity to poke me with all kinds of makeup articles ,making me wear it and promising me that I'll thank her later which I don't, due to the fact that I hate wearing makeup. Right now I was being subjected to torture practically, with numb legs due to hours of sitting in the same position, as she brings the heated straightener.

"Quit fidgeting unless you want me burn your face or eyebrows off or something" Bree demands pulling back my newly purchased straightner.

"I don't think anyone will dig on the whole burnt face or one eyebrow look".

"There's no need to be fully dressed for going to a mere fair". I say rolling my eyes.

"What if you bump into some hot guys? You have to have your looks anytime and everytime". Bree says sounding awfully patronising and smug. As she unplugs the straightner, I wonder what she's done with my hair. I naturally have a straight hair and after that blow dry session it got even more straighter. So I don't see how straightners help me in anyway. She finishes swiping something along my eyes which I recognized as eyeliner. After doing so she spins my chair around so in facing the mirror,grinning at me expectantly. Of course I look different with makeup on- bigger eyes, brighter lips, my hair still holding its straight texture, falling like brown cascades on my back and not to add my new contact lenses.

"I look so different....and so good" Bree says cutting me off.

Suddenly my bedroom door flies open. I jump suprised that the thing didn't fall off it's hinges. Mikhail looks at me as though he'd seen a zombie out of nowhere. I can sense his shock as he'd never seen me in this attire. I stand up fiddling with the hem of my new jacket. Bree thankfully manages to salvage the awkward silence.

"Stop staring at her as though she's a zombie". Bree says scowling, voicing my thoughts.

"Are you girls going to a party or something after the fair? I bet you's are hiding something and with the way you both are so dressed up I can sense it". He says narrowing his eyes.

"Quit being so ridiculous. Don't you know that your sister hates partying? She's just trying to have a change. And god knows how much amount of coaxing I did to make her agree to the fair and then, this makeover concept..."

"Whoa,Whoa..stop rambling Brianna Florence. It was purely due to brotherly concern that I asked that question. Whatever I've been waiting for past...an hour I guess. So hurry up, I've got to give a ride to Bianca after I give you both one". Mikhail intervened silencing her.

I know what kind of ride he usually gives the girls and that's probably the reason I refuse to sit in the back seat of his car. I hurried my way as he was my only option.

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A/N

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