Entwined

Friendship

I have only one friend – Scarlett. Who is more unpopular than I am. I was in third grade when I officially met her. Sitting on the school steps waiting for my mom who promised to pick me up (late as usual). I noticed a girl cowering at the bottom of the steps, crying like a baby.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting beside her.

“My mom forgot me!” She hollered, her hands covering her pathetic wet face.

“No, she didn’t,” I consoled.

“She’s never this late!” She cried.

“Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.”

“You think so?”

“Sure! Or maybe she got a call from work. It always happens.”

“Really?”

“Or maybe she had to stop for snacks, and there was a long line.”

“Would she do that?”

“Why not, you have to eat, don’t you? So never fear. She’ll be here.”

And sure enough, a red pickup drove up with one apologetic mother.”

“My mom says you can come over Sunday, if it’s okay with your parents,” Scarlett said, running back to me.

No one had ever invited me to their house before. I wasn’t shy like her but I was just unpopular unlike my parents.

I was the only kid in our class who didn’t know that she was the step sister of Luneth, daughter of the famous Maxwell. I didn’t beat her up, exclude her, or call her names, and I even kicked anyone who tried. I was her best friend and still am.