You Moved In

Water Fountain

After that conversation with Marina, we started keeping in touch more often and rebuilding the friendship we once shared. It's nice to know something is real. I talked to Vovó about things and she told me that I always have a place here, which is very reassuring. Miguel didn't reach out to me which is very... no, just surprising. I'm okay with it but I really want to find away to figure things out with him.

I went back into school on Monday which everyone only remembers me from the fight making comments like "you rocked their shit!" Or "I won't wanna get my ass kicked by her" it's whatever but a little annoying. Some of my classes are weird like Spanish class because we have to sit next to each other. I swear that's the most quiet I've ever been. Gym is odd because all of my classes with Hannah or Johanna have been switched so I have no one to talk to other than myself. I feel like every time a friendship breakup happens I'm the one who has to suffer. While Miguel gets to shoot hoops and laugh with his friends, I get to sit on bleachers all by myself, praying the coaches don't notice I'm not participating.

There has been some benefits form everything though. Like people give me the head nod of respect in the hallway when I pass by them. Like they're scared of what this five foot four chick has ready for them. My Spanish grade has gone up dramatically due to the fact I learned basically everything when I was still living with the Coriños. But still the awkwardness of it all is the main thing that I notice. I contacted the office where the therapist is have an appointment with them later in the week. The only reason why I'm going is the dinner I was promised.

I'm in school right now, third period; gym class. With Miguel. I sigh just thinking about. I'm in my usual habit, laying down on the bleachers, squeezing my body into the part your feet go. I sit up for the first time and notice a person walking over to me.

It's not Miguel. It's Tera. Her slender figure moves quickly like a leaf in the wind. She sits on the bleachers and crosses her arms and angrily sighs. Her depressive energy is radiating off of her and over to my melancholy self.

She notices my eyes on her, "the hell you want, Sydney Sweeney knock off!" She curses.

Oh damn, what a fun start to the day! "My apologies, strawberry shortcake." I mock her nasty red hair. I'll make your respect and top your disrespect.

"Fuck yourself!" She commands.

"I'd tell you to do the same but I don't even think you'd want to do that." I chuckle.

"Shut the fuck up!" She scolds me.

"Fine," I back off. I didn't put my hair in a bun today. If I did I would have fought her.

"Thank you! Jesus, is it that hard to get some peace and quiet around here?!" She partly talks to herself.

"I'm sorry!" I apologize louder, "you're the one entering my personal bubble, didn't your parents teach you about that?"

"Shut up, It's not even about you!" She scolds me.

"What happened?" I ask gently.

"My fuckass boyfriend broke up with me!" She screams.

"Talk any louder china could hear ya'" I say, "who?"

"Collin! The ginger one!" She points to him.

He's kinda built like her, tall and slender. But of course, his red hair is natural. He looks like an alien.