No one with the sense God gave a piss ant goes throwing themselves out of a perfectly good airplane.” I rolled my sea green eyes for the umpteenth time. Megan and I had always been polar opposites. I have light eyes, fair skin, and a head full of strawberry blonde curls. In my opinion, I have too many curves and my size D boobs didn’t match my short frame. Megan was exactly what every girl wished she could look like. Her long, straight, black hair hung down past the middle of her back. Her vibrant, blue eyes danced as she talked, especially since she was a social butterfly, unlike my shy, introverted self. Megan’s beautiful, tan skin was flawless and her make-up was always impeccable. She had so many beauty pageant crowns for winning different Texas titles that her daddy built her a special room just to hold them all. The bitch was a size-two for God’s sake. How are we even friends? I had wondered that very thought ever since we were ten years old and Megan offered to teach me to ride horses.
