I don't understand the definition of a friend, maybe the bad history takes away the hopes of a someone to care for. "So Laynie, where does the name come from?" She asks a question...again. The bell rings which means the question leaves unanswered not surprised. I head to my second period which is orchestra. I take a seat in the cello section and look to my left to see a boy tall with brown hair. "Hi" I say, the first time I've started a conversation since those thoughts get in my head. "Hi, the name is Jonah" Jonah, the name repeats in my head. he looks friendly and not a drug dealer which could be a compliment in some levels to some people. A feeling, new and strange hits me. I have a feeling I need him but yet his face is recognized for the first time. He gives me her Instagram user name. I look through it on my way to my third period. I see pictures of friends and how he will say in the comments that she would die for them. I can never come between them or get close to a friendship like this. Our relationship builds every day from small talk. I walk to my house ready to get this garbage of homework over with. I walk through the door to be greeted by my at cat Sabrina. I grab a snack and head up to my room. I plop my stuff on the bed and get started. I blast my room with sound of Nirvana and Taylor Swift. I receive a notification that alarms me Jonah sent a photo to me. I click on it and he asks for my phone number. I can't stop smiling I dance a little bit because I've been waiting for that question since I realized that I want her friendship.
