My voice was vanished, destroyed as I stood in front of her, in her way I grunted, smiled, she smiled I slowly stepped out of her way, stumbling, trying to catch my step. Some kids turned and looked, others laughed but as I stepped out of her way, I turned towards her as she walked away, and then all the kids laughed and laughed and one kid said “nice try”
But I didn’t listen. I dazed at the dull, gray ceiling, not that there was anything special except some gum a few webs tucked in the corner. But it was as though the ceiling was a background for the video being played in my mind, of the other times I passed by her, and this one was stored with the rest. As time flew, I took no notice. I just stared at the old gray ceiling as thought it was the most amazing thing in a 3rd graders life. Her.., Oh her, that girls name is Melanie, the way it slipped of my bright pink tongue was astounding and she was, although very free and alone, friends with the rest of the kids with the over expensive pants and shirts, not because they are sturdy but because the money set them directly with “the group”. She was different, she had no costly clothes, it was her attitude that everyone wanted to be around her for. I, am a different story my parents are a middle-class citizens, as they told me at least. I do not have friends, I do not want friends, I am a loner. All I need is me, my homework, and my thoughts. Kids won’t dare say “Hi” to me; their precious reputation will go dramatically down. I don’t know why she did it, maybe as a bet or a joke, or she knew she wouldn’t lose anything in the end, but Melanie became my friend.