A girl part of my friends is nice.
She is funny.
But she is different.
I am different, I don't know why I am complaining.
She is now my new best friend.
She is fun to hang out with.
She makes me smile.
She has the same interests as me.
She makes me happy.
I still try to catch Madison's glance.
Maybe I can apologize.
But she avoids me.
Or maybe I was avoiding her.
I know inside I was avoiding her.
I gave up.
But I'm new.
I have a new best friend.
Madison doesn't need me anymore...
She can hangout with the pretty girls.
She can hang out with the pretty, kind, funny, cute, girls.
I am happy.
I really am.
The word 'happiness' would loose it's meaning if it where not balanced by sadness.
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Short StoryMadison and Abigail have been best friends since 1st grade. They survived the evil terrors of 1st grade bullies, 3rd grade tests, and 5th grade drama. Now, in 6th grade, Madison starts to hang out with the pretty girls. Girls who are cute,funny,kind...