It's late August now. The leaves are turning from green to vibrant orange, yellow and red. School will begin soon. And then I'd be able to see Fleur again.
Before that week, she'd just been some girl. My classmate. A stranger that just happened to go to the same school as me. Now she was so much more than that. A friend. I think it's interesting. How someone can go from a stranger to a friend in a week. How she magically made me want to be her friend in the span of 7 days. It's almost like she cast a spell on me. Bippity-boppity-bestie!
I have a feeling this year is going to be different than other years.
And I have a few reasons.
#1 No more online classes.
#2 We have to wear masks.
#3 Mom is going to still be freaking out about the whole not-getting-COVID thing.
#4 I have a friend.
It's not that I didn't have friends before Fleur. I've had Jason since I was a baby. But he doesn't live in the same town as me anymore, so he doesn't count!
But I have been lonely.
Ever since I was a kindergartener, I've wanted to be friends with everyone. But everyone else just seemed to push me away. Until second grade. I met these two guys. They like Pokémon too. But they don't talk to me that much anymore. But I meet another girl. Evee.
She's nice. But she's confusing.
And I can't say I have 'friends' if I only have one.
But now I can say I have friends. Because I have two.
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"Hey, Nova." My mom gets my attention, and I pause the show I was watching. It's called She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. Some people might think I'm too old for that, but I don't listen. They can screw off.
"You remember Fleur?" She asks, staring at the phone in her hand.
"Yeah?" Of course I remember Fleur. I've been dying to see her.
"Her mom just invited you to go swimming with them this tomorrow. You wanna go?" She glances up to look at me through her reading glasses.
"YES!" I explode, overjoyed by the very thought of going somewhere with someone. A play date. With Fleur.
The scary thing about friendship is you never know if the other person likes you the same way you like them. I could be itching to see someone and they could forget I even exist. Friendship is a mixed bag.
But I think I got lucky.
Fleur wants to be my friend too.
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I don't remember exactly how I got invited to go to the pool with Fleur. But I imagine it went something like this.
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Teen FictionOnce there was a child. This child has a friend. A friend they aren't supposed to have. All they can do is hope.
