The Quiet Girl

Chapter One

Hey, I'm Cameron. I'm 18, a senior in high school. Some things to know about me are that school is an important thing in my life, and I hope to be a doctor in the future. I've been dating this girl named Megan since my sophomore year, and she's really great and smart like myself. But enough about me, I want to tell you a story about a girl I met my junior year that changed my life.

I met her a year ago in my Biology class. She was a little bigger than everyone, but that didn't matter. I sat in the middle of the class while she sat in the back, to the left of me. I didn't know her at all, but just from seeing her everyday I could tell that she was shy. She mostly kept to herself, but she had a few friends in the class. She liked to smile and laugh, which I enjoyed because she had a beautiful smile. We went nearly the whole year without speaking until we were assigned to work on a project together a month before school ended.

Her name was Addie. I finally got to speak to her and she opened this whole door in my life. She was awkward and quirky and I loved it. She was soft spoken, and never had too much to say, but once you broke down that wall she surrounded herself with and had her open up to you, your world changed. She plays it off like there's not much to her life, but she was so interesting. She's traveled the world and was an amazing storyteller. She's so creative and different and no one would know that because she's so quiet around people. I tried to get her to open up to me, and slowly enough, she did. Each and every day I'd ask her to tell me a story. Through working on that project, it changed my life.

At the end of that school year, I didn't see her all summer. I missed hearing about her travels and about her personal life but I had no way to contact her. I didn't have her number nor did I have her on social media. I spent most of my summer with my girlfriend, but she ended up breaking up with me a week before the first day of school because she claims she was bored of me. We're still really good friends, but it sucks because I dedicated two years of my life with her. When school was nearing again, I was hoping to have at least one class with Addie. I needed to hear from her again and the last thing I hope to happen is her not remembering me. Of course she'll remember who I am, but I hope she didn't think that I was just a classroom friend and not a person who was actually interested in becoming her real friend. We didn't quite become friends when the year ended, we were exactly what I feared. She became a classroom friend, an acquaintance. I was the person she talked to when her senior friend left early and she had no one to talk to. Classroom friendships never last because you don't really talk to them outside of class and you don't keep in touch during the summer. If you don't have any classes the next year, then good luck getting a chance to talk to them ever again. You pretty much lost them after that.

And I was determined not to lose her.