She stared at me. I stared back.
"My name is Macy," she offered.
I turned back to my journal. She continued to stare at me. Macy sat down on the pavement next to me.
"Why are you sitting alone? Don't you have anyone to talk to?"
I shook my head and gathered up the strength to talk to her.
"M-my name is Katherine."
"Hi there Katherine. I'm new here."
Of course I had figured this out by now. No one talks to me anymore so she obviously didn't know what had happened last year.
"How old are you?"
"15."
"You don't talk much. I guess that's okay, as long as you like to listen. I talk a lot."
Yeah, I noticed. I didn't say this out loud. At least this was one person who didn't hate me, and I didn't want to ruin it for once.
"Would you like to come to my house tonight?"
No. You can't. Remember what happened last time.
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Great! See you then. I can't wait! Let's say around 4?"
"Sure."
"Here's my number. I will text you tonight."
Maybe this time won't be as bad. She could be a great friend.
Or not.
I try to tell myself that it will be fun, that she will grow on me.
Just then my mom pulls up to the school and I get in the car.
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From The Corner
General FictionKatherine was a girl with lots of opinions. Opinions that she tended to keep to herself, but when she witnesses a terrible crime she is forced to tell the world what she really thinks about the people at her school, including her newly found friend.
