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"Are you talking to me?" I asked Even though I already knew she clearly was. She lightly punched my arm. First time she touched me since then... "Ofcourse silly." She said lightly.
Even though it doesn't seem like it but me and Layna were best friends once. I remember when we met, it was the first day of kindergarten, I was coloring a dinosaur with a green crayon and she walked over to my desk her blond curls bouncing in their pigtails. She asked if we could share the crayons and boom that is how easy it was for kindergartners to become best friends until fourth grade...
Layna's dad Mr. Burns died in a car accident driving to pick up Layna from her last day of fourth grade. When her mom picked her up instead she instantly knew something was wrong.
Mrs. Burns let Layna be home schooled in fifth grade. When she came back to school in sixth grade she didn't say a word to me. Layna was completely a different person. She was popular now and obviously I was not.
Every time I went over to her house in fifth grade her mom came to the door and made excuses for Layna, of why I couldn't see her. So it wasn't that much of a surprise when she came back to sixth grade and completely ignored me.
It hurt alot I mean we were friends for five years, but eventually I grew to not care somehow I completely forgot about her because she wasn't even that person anymore..
Until she punched my arm and called me "silly" she used to do that in elementary school until I made her stop. So I didn't know whether to call her crazy or accept her invite.
" Layna, why do you want to go with me?"
She stared at me with her bright blue eyes and says, " You are the only one who knows the real me..... and can stand my crazy family." She slightly laughed like we talked on a daily basis.
I stared at her.... unbelievable we were in the hallway now and I was unintentionally walking with her to her locker, thinking about what to say, but her friend Mia showed up and I simply said "Okay" and walked away...

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