"OHAYO!" I greeted brightly as I entered my classroom.
It was 7:30 in the morning , and even though I never considered myself a morning person, there was just something about mornings that made me love it.
Unfortunately, school ruins the whole thing. As usual.
My best friend, Maya, rolled her eyes at me as I walked over to the desk that she was sitting on.
"Morning" ,she said in disgust, "can't you just speak in English for once?"
"Nope, sorry," I answered, with the biggest smile I could manage as I sat down on a desk next her, "You know I like it that way."
Maya just shook her head and sighed. "I really don't know how Sam can manage sitting beside you the whole day with all your-" She started doing a lot of hand gestures "'Hey, I know Japanese and I'll prove it by acting as if I was Japanese' attitude, while all you know is some random words and the accent."
Ouch.
Coming from my best friend, those words were hurt like hell, but I smiled again, the same slight and tight-lipped smile I've been giving Sam and Maya since the beginning of the school year.
I don't feel the same with them anymore, I don't feel like I'm the same Sandra they're seeing.
They're still seeing me as the same Sandra of last year.
Or well, they're seeing me as not the same Sandra of last year.
But who knows?
They may be right.
NO.
I may be right.
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Left Alone
Short StoryIt didn’t hit me that hard when I saw that both my best friends were hanging out together more frequently without me. Others might try to confront them or jump to conclusions. They may try to salvage whatever could be fixed, or just cry in a corner...
