It was cold and windy. Recess started for the first grade children. I smiled as I talked to my friend Matt. We were both wearing many layers to stay from the cold.
Matt and I sat on a bench talking our first grade nonsense. Matt asked where Charlotte was. I said she was in choir.
Matt asked if I wanted to know a secret. I said yes. He said he liked Charlotte. Then I cried. I liked Matt. I liked him a lot. I never told him why I was crying but he still comforted me.
That was the first time I was ever jealous of Charlotte...
I wanted to play the witch in the third grade play. I knew all the dialogue and stage directions. Charlotte didn't even want to be the witch and was on lighting job.
They heard her sing one time in rehearsal. Boom, she got the part.
I encouraged her to take it. I clapped for her and cheered her on. She thanked me and took the role.
Jealousy.
My eyes flickered open. I stared at a white ceiling.
....what?
Where am I? What am I doing here? How'd I get here? Then the huge question shook me in terror.
Who am I?!?!
I suddenly bolted up into a sitting position. I breathed heavily. I took in my surroundings. It was a hospital room. It seemed familiar to me. As if I've been in there before.
I tried to recall some of my memories. I'm Wendy Rose Castro. I'm fourteen years old. I have a mom. I go to Oakland High School.
That's all I know....
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Just your Wingman
RomanceWendy Castro was a fourteen year old girl who didn't care if she wasn't perfect because she accepted that fact already. She wasn't pretty, nor was she smart. She knew she could never be as good as everyone else but she was okay with it. With a best...
