This story revolves around 15 year old Emma and her unbelievable journey of self discovery and her way of dealing with the strange feeling of not fitting in high school, but never wanting to fit in with cliques. Her downward spirals capture and expr...
There are those times Ryan is dead serious and those times are so rare. I glance at him. He notices and said,"Whatever happens I'm on your side."
I looked at him in shock. "But you're both our friends."
"I know. But I kinda noticed that things were screwed up, but I never thought it was bad. I'm sorry."
"No, don't be." I gave him a reassuring smile.
I go and sit next to Cynthia and Ryan sat between me and Adam on our usual table, though the most populous one, the table with the most loudest silence.
Adam - whose personality is similar enough with Ryan to be his twin - broke the monotony of our table, "So, anyone got any..good news?"
I thought Might as well not be the killjoy, "Yeah! My page got an extra 10 followers, which makes it a perfect 1000; though someone unliked it but I got those extras so.."
It was as if everyone knew who that dislike was, with all those quick side-glances at Kylie. Jen all of a sudden just stood up and said the last thing I wanted to hear.
"Okay, everyone! Let's get Emma and Kylie back together!"
I look at Kylie. She just turns her face away from me. As if she wasn't talking about me with my friends. God.
Pretty soon they made both of us come face to face. Kylie started smiling but still kept her face down. I definitely wasn't smiling.
Cynthia interrupted,"Stop it, everyone. Let them do whatever they want!"
The table went back to its monotonous boring rounds. I text Cynthia a thanks.
During independent reading in English, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Matt passed a note and pointed to Kylie. I read it.
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I start writing back,
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I get a note back.
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Oh yeah, so you make me look stupid.
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What?! That. Is. It.
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I tore up the note, got up and threw the remains in the waste basket. I think she got the message.
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There would most definitely be people who try to put the weight of their mistakes on your shoulders. What happens when we can't lift the weight? I hope this chapter shows exactly what I mean by those kind of people. Yours truly, Shweta (DreamerGirl)
