Today hope looked upset.
More than upset.
More than upset two weeks ago when
she found out her mother died.
And I couldn't pin about what it was.
At the cafeteria today, I didn't see her
sit with her boyfriend and the football
team.
Which seemed unusual.
I got up from my seat and walked around
the school trying to look for her.
I checked outside— it was my last location.
I saw her.
I saw her smoking on the concrete.
On the sidewalk.
I've never seen her do that, or even mention
that she did that stuff.
I wanted to go up to her, but I already
connected the dots.
They broke up.
-J.S
