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Memories

A month before Opal's death

Right as I reach the bus stop Opal comes running out of her house and into the bus a spilt second before me.
She said her hellos to the bus driver as I walked back to our normal seats. She skipped back to me her black curls bouncing.
Opal sat down next to me just before the next stop. Me and Opal call "days of the week". Corey hopped on the bus in a white flowly shirt and jean shorts.
"Make way for Monday and Tuesday," Corey announced.
Every kid pulled out their phone and flashed towards the door where the twins walked in. They are twins born on 2 different days.
Their straight hair was done up in different ways. Monday had her blonde in a braid. Tuesday had her down with a headband.
I wish I had long hair but mom wanted it to be short so I wouldn't have to brush out knots and what not. It's one of those ugh moments. Opal stares at her book. I look at Monday as she walks down the aisle of the bus. My Tototoro backpack is in the aisle.
Monday reaches my backpack and kicks it. I see the fabric almost rip. I stand up out of my seat.
"What did you just do?" I ask her. I glance at Opal who waves me a thumbs-up.
"Uhh was that yours?" Monday asks.
"Yes it was FYI," I feel my face get red.
"Ha moron thinks I will get her a new one!" Tuesday lets out a giggle and so does Corey.
"Then I'll let your grade suffer." Ahm is that what I said.
"What? Ha-ha what are you talking about?"
"History. I helped you. Now I don't. If you complain to your daddy then so be it. You can either get me a new backpack or I expose history."
"Ok! I'll get you a new backpack moron."
I collapse back into my seat and sigh. Opal pats my shoulder. The bus moves on and we finally reach school.