Since our sisters were such good friends, I used that to my advantage a bit.
When Ava, your sister, invited mine to her house, I went, too, because your family was really nice. I remember seeing the inside of your house and seeing how cool your room was. You had a guitar and I thought you were so cool for that. I didn't tell anybody how cool your house was, though. We were friends and I didn't want to ruin that by making those kids that rode your bus more jealous of you. Everyone already knew your sister was a bit spoiled (she had her own phone and a computer in her room in first grade), and I noticed how you tried to separate yourself from her a little and keep your home-life under wraps.
Who'd have known what they'd have done once they'd found out?
YOU ARE READING
For Cole
Short Story"It was never your fault. Kids are just mean." About someone I used to know who faced the cruelties of this world harder than me. Based on a true story.
