And here I was, on the last day of May looking at my feet as I weeped upon a swing. No one glanced over, no one was concerned about me,only with their perfection. I didn't want anyone to see me like this anyway.
I looked over at Corina, my only friend, but she was busy hanging out with all the girls in my grade (there are only 12, and each and every one is perfect.) She was on her way to becoming perfect and along the way she had started to ditch me. I hated that, how she was slipping away like water through my hand, and it couldn't stop it. So I sat on my swing and tried to cry the rest of sixth grade away.
Someone did notice though, and no it wasn't some guy wanting to be friends, no one liked me, it was a teacher.
"Cecilia, I really hate to see you like this, is there anything I can do?"
"No." I mumbled clicking the sides of my converse together,
"Well tomorrow morning please visit Dr.Handy, with Corina. Please also let me know if there is anything I can do."
I nodded and prepared myself for the misery that would come tomorrow, I glanced over at Corina as a tear raced down my face 'I miss you' I thought, but she was gone now, almost a perfect.
**WILL CONTINUE**
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