I sit there. Watching my best friend cry. Tears and mascara streak her face. Her long, shiny brown hair hangs down to her waists.
"Are you ok Grace?" I ask, rubbing her back.
"No! That was a stupid question!! Of course I'm not ok!! My mom just left to go fight in Afghanistan, and left me and my sister here to fend for ourselves!!" she snaps.
I look at her in shock. Her big bunny eyes meet mine. The light shines in her eyes in an apologetic way.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak out," she whispers.
"Don't worry about it. It was a dumb question."
We sit in silence until finally she speaks up.
"Can we do something? I wanna get my mind off of this."
"Do you wanna start on the scrapbook we are making for the seniors?" I ask.
"Sure," she pipes up in a brighter mood. She's always loved scrap booking. She has hundreds in her closet.
She pulls an empty scrapbook out from under her bed and plops it down on the bed.
"Let's start," she decrees, and maniacally rubs her hands together.
She lays the pictures on her bed, and instantly starts sorting them like a machine.
Chess club goes here.
Girls Volleyball goes here.
Chemistry goes here.
After sorting, she grabs a couple glue sticks from her craft drawers across from her bed, and begins pasting the pictures onto the pages with my help.
"There! It's done!" she yelps after three long hours. She holds the finished project like it's Simba from the Lion King.
"It looks great," I say.
"Yeah it does," she replies. She sets the book down and gives me a hug. "Thanks for doing this with me."
"No problem," I whisper in her ear.
"Do you wanna sleepover?" she asks pulling away from the hug.
"Sure!"
YOU ARE READING
coming home
RandomGrace Teliant is a Senior at Rosemount high school. The year is ending, and graduation is right around the corner, but when her mom is stationed in Afghanistan, she's not sure she wants to go. But she never excepted the turn out.
