One Good Egg

Something told

I no longer felt like I was drowning with no help in sight. I now had a hand to pull me out of water. In all honesty, you can be alone and okay but stay lonely for a long time and you'll start to hear voices that aren't there, keeping you company in the worst possible ways.

I no longer look for her in the halls. I no longer attempt to call for her or whisper to her when I have a new exciting story. I no longer bow my head, attempting to hide, when I see her with her new friends. Yes, I was injured and there was a scar for a while but that too is slowly fading...soon it'll be like it never happened.

We're strangers now but that's okay. We won't be able to talk about our first kiss, first breakup, first love or wedding day dreams but that's fine.
I've long learnt that it's okay to move on, even though moving on is hard.
Having a budding friendship fill the void, makes it so much easier to forget.

Okay, you got me! I didn't really forget, I just pushed it to the back of my brain and let more important stuffs take precedence. You may be wondering why I was so hung up on the friendship, so I'll give a little insight on the whole friendship arrangement.

Back when we were in daycare, she was the star of the class; the teachers pet. I'm sure it was as a result of her beauty, not her personality...she threw a tantrum over everything.
She was a drama baby. Don't give me that look, I'm just mouthing what I heard. Of course, I don't remember any of this.

Third grade, now, that I remember!
I was sitting on my own, minding my business when she storms into the class, eyes blazing...still looking like a princess though. She was mad at the world and directed it at me. There I was, innocent little me, looking wide-eyed and hoping someone would save me. It's safe to say I was on my own. It was a surprise to everyone when we became friends.

I was hoping I won't have to rehash this incident but you've been a great reader, so I'll spill.
When we were in fourth grade, I got stranded after school one day. Mum was running late and her mum offered to drive me home... I never knew they even talked to each other.
There I was getting picked on by her daughter while she shared secrets with my mom. Wait, what!
Was this how mothers knew what every other child was up to?
The betrayal!!

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