Later our fifth grade year, Ava had another birthday party.
I went because I'd never been to Build-a-Bear and I wanted to go. You were in a bad mood the whole time, I think. You told your mom you didn't want to be seen there and I couldn't blame you. I remember how when she tried to ruffle your hair, you immediately ran in the other direction. You'd smiled a little at me and we laughed because we thought that was hilarious. My smile turned fake once you kept going and you called your mom a fat female dog for making you make a bear.
That wasn't funny, Cole.
But I still remember how you didn't give your bear a heart because you said it was so stupid and didn't deserve love.
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.
