It was a story of four friends. Four people poles apart, held together by nothing but a fragile thread called friendship. One was the peacemaker, who called to the times of peace when world war 3 reigned between them. One was the goddess of patience and silence, who kept everyone grounded, including herself. One was the rebel, had seen a lot of the "world" and kept them in touch with the outer world and the people around. And the last one brought life to the group, pragmatic and optimistic at the same time, and kept the level of sarcasm high everyday. Four popular girls, who complimented each other's personality, each of them gifted with intelligence and good humour-- what could possibly go wrong? Everything. All broken in ways unknown to the world, all trying to come up from their turbulent pasts and live as the day commands, going through thick and thin times, sometimes alone and sometimes together, the journey had been explicit. There were times of jealousy, of treachery, of deceit, but what thrived in the end was the love for one another. They could have lived as a unit for their entire lives, but they all were ruled by the Satan of ambition and success. They all had wronged each other, hurt one another, but they all came to a consensus. A pact. An unspoken pact. To forgive and forget whatever had transpired in the past. To lead a journey, following their different roads, but not alone. Together. As one. They all were flawed, people didn't know that. They all had made mistakes. People saw them for who they were, but not as who they truly are.
In the end, what really mattered was that day, when they were sitting together, pulling each other's legs, with pure, eternal, visceral grins plastered on their faces.