One Good Egg

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It doesn't take mum long before she asks me why I now take the school bus. I tell her that's all I've got now. I wasn't ready to grow and loosen up, so I got left behind. Does she fully understand? I'm not sure.
Do I explain better? I don't.

I'm presently at home, enjoying the weekend until mum decides she needs more milk for her cookies.
If those cookies didn't always come out delicious, I would have feigned sleep when she yelled my name from the kitchen.

She does this all the time. She knows the quantity she needs, she knows to get them beforehand but somehow she manages to miss one ingredient....all the time. Don't you just love going on errands on days you want to put your feet up?

Despite all the moaning and groaning, I find myself at the confectionery store. I take my time looking at all the yummy treats before helping myself to one. A recipe book catches my eye and I think of how this would be a good birthday present for mum. I bought it because she would love it, not because it would save me from running to the store everytime she wants to bake...yeah.

A girl walks into the store and I wonder how I know her. While racking my brain to remember because I just hate it when I see a familiar face and can't remember where I've seen the person, another girl walks in and then it clicks. Library girl has a sister that looks very much like her.

She turns and notices me noticing her. We hold our stares, smiles in place. Mine is a bit bashful when I remember gifting her with a perfect picture of the inner structure of my mouth.
I walk out with a quick wave, the pressure of acknowledging a new figure weighing heavily on me.

I'm a pro at riding the school bus now. No one stares at me or whispers behind my back anymore. I even catch a few smiles from the other students...I belong now.
I still sit by the window, content with having my thoughts as a companion. I guess I'm still bruised by the actions of the last companion I had.
As usual, I don't go to the cafeteria. I walk straight to the library. Walking so fast to avoid questioning looks, I almost knock her to the floor.

"Where are you in such a hurry to, school bus girl?"
I'm so shocked, I can hardly form a coherent word. I never knew she had a name for me as well.
I recover from my stupor and help pick the books that had fallen off her hands.

We continue at a more dignified pace towards the library. This time we sit at the same table, content to do our work in silence.
She pulls out a pack of gummy bears and shares some with me. They were the sweetest gummy bears I had ever tasted.

"I never knew you call me school bus girl. I'm sure you don't know I call you Library girl". She smiles at me.
Well, I used to call you restroom girl as well", I added bashfully.
She looks at me for a while and then lets out a series of laughter. Her laughter is so infectious that I join in, almost surprised to hear the sound of my laughter.