Frame Working Feelings: One Poem at a Time.

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Called Monika

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I grabbed my phone and answered Yuri's call. "Hello, can I help you?" I ask with a gleaming smile on my face.

After hearing what Yuri had to say, I just told her I understood, and she hung up. I put my phone on the charger and lay down for bed.

The next morning was like any other; I took a shower, changed into my uniform, ate my breakfast, brushed my teeth, and got my hair ready for the day. Usually I wear my white ribbon, but Sayori got me this beautiful lapis blue one that matches her dark, mysterious eyes... I swear, I could stare into her eyes forever. 

What am I thinking? I'm not into Sayori; nope, I'm not. Sayori is just a friend (sorry to anybody who's reading this and knows MLB), and yes, I have questioned my sexuality because of her, but that doesn't mean anything! But with all seriousness, I have to get to school.

Once I arrived at school, Sayori caught my eye. She was playing football with Eito. Those two are two pees in a pod. I wish I could have that kind of bond with Sayori, but... I don't think I'll ever get that. I head inside the school and get prepared for classes.

After my classes, I headed to the literature club. Once heading inside, soon the other members joined in, and something felt off; a presence was in the air. One that had never been there before, and that's when I hear Natsuki's voice speak up.

"Where's Yuri?" She asked, and as I went up to the podium, everybody's eyes followed me.

"Dear members of the literature club, it is the saddest thing to announce that, due to personal reasons," my eyes pierce Natsuki.

"Our dear friend Yuri has quit the club." Natsuki must have noticed that.

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Natsuki must have noticed that.

Am I the reason Yuri quit the club? I can't be. I mean, I know I wasn't the nicest girl, but... I didn't want to be her reason why she left. But whatever, now I don't need to be her partner in the festival. 

"What?" Sayori asked, and Eito and Mako were just stunned. 

"Yeah, she contacted me last night." Monika said, Sayori seemed to be pissed off, and I swear I could practically feel her eyes piercing my skin. If her stare was a knife, it would be sharp enough to cut a rock. 

I rolled my eyes and grabbed this novella (short novel) I had been reading and actually enjoying a lot. It was about this girl who was traveling the world competing in bake-offs with famous bakers. My favorite chapter so far is when she went to France and competed with this really famous French baker in Paris. 

I sit down in my usual spot. For a while, I chose this spot because it was quiet and away from everybody, but after a while, it was because I could look up and see people enjoying their reading. Right now, I look up, expecting to see Yuri sitting there reading her novel, but she wasn't there. It's weird. She won't ever be there again.

Just then, Sayori was next to me. "Do you hate her?" she asked.

"No, I don't. I've just... she's always treated me like a child; she's always called me cute and things, and I hate it and feel disrespected by it." I say, Sayori pats my shoulder.

"Maybe the reason she does that stuff is because you don't allow her to get to know you. I know you're scared to open up and trust her because you don't want to get hurt. But trust me! Yuri is one of the sweetest people I know. I can actually say 100 percent that I'd trust her with my life. Just give her a shot." She said a smile was on her face when she ended her sentence.

"Maybe..." I mumbled, and Sayori got up. 

"Think about it." She walked off to Monika. Maybe Sayori was right.