Veronica
Peter has been such a good friend. He has done a lot to help me forget about their deaths. He is so caring, kind and patient. I have no idea what is pulling me towards him.
If my Dad was here he would want to meet him, my brother would make fun of me and my grandfather would join in with my brother.
A perfect family it was. Does fate always turn against me. I have to try being strong for mom and for myself.
When Peter stares at me, it's like he can read my whole emotions and my facade of happiness tends to slip at times. Yet he never once asked me of my problems.
Can someone get this guy a trophy for being the most understanding person?!?! He is just like a combination of the three best people on earth. Nobody can be smart, kind and an annoying idiot all at the same time, but Peter is an exception I guess?
I went through the day as usual, ignoring the stares and looks from my so called classmates. Probably half of it is my fault, since I don't associate with any of my classmates except with the idiot.
He is so far my only friend, in this school. To be truthful I only talk to him so go figure...
I wonder what he wanted to tell me?!?!
He looked a little nervous and he was definitely not his annoying self. He had this faraway look too. Maybe I misinterpreted or some sort.
Whatever it is I am going to try my best to make it comfortable for him. He has done a lot for me and this is the least I can do for him.
