By mid December, things started to take a turn. People didn't snicker as I walked by, and I didn't get nasty notes in my locker anymore.
It was lunch and I was eating inside, on the floor beside my locker. I heard light footsteps walking towards me and than felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was Connor.
He apologized to me, and at first I honestly thought I was imagining. I stood still, and then he walked off as if nothing had happened leaving me there.
He apologized to me.
I smiled to myself happily, and took a bite of my sandwich trying to understand why he apologized in the first place. Did he suddenly feel bad for what he did? Was be owning up to his actions?
Whatever the reason was, I felt at peace. I didn't feel so bad anymore, and I was so glad.
I was waiting for the moment I wouldn't feel too bad anymore, and now that it was finally here all I could think about was him and if he by any chance had to do with any of this.
I was certain he didn't have anything to do with it but deep down I wished.
Now I realize, he did.
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