The moment that you look around
and realize that
your main group
of people
in French Class
are the Breakfast Club of your school.
****** is closed off, hurting inside but hiding it from the world.
Claire talks to her 'kind', disgusted by those around her.
Allison stays quiet, before opening up and realizing what these people hold within.
Brian is outspoken, telling people how it is.
Andrew is sporty, knows what to do when the situation arises and tries to take control.
We're not perfect.
We don't consider each other friends necessarily.
But we're not quite acquaintances.
We have nothing in common
-being total opposites,
but we click in a weird understanding
sort of way.
We're not friends.
We just click.