I have a confession to make: I'm a bully. No, I'm not the stereotypical bitch from a movie. I'm just plain me, with my brunette hair, and a love for jeans.
Dazing off in class, I couldn't help but think of today morning. Mom and Dad were fighting, and it was becoming a daily occurrence. Tearing a piece of paper, I scribbled angry words, as some tears streaked down, marking the letters.
Ringgggg. Making my way out, I took the folded paper and stuck it into a locker I pass every day.
As I made my way around, I glared at her going to the locker. That was, until, she stared right back, making me turn red and look away.
Reaching the classroom, I looked back to see the girl, with the raven black hair, crumple the note I gave her and walk to a trash can.
My eyes began to water, as I ran to the nearest bathroom.
You would think I bullied her because I was jealous. Because that's what people say. But they're wrong. It's because I'm scared.
"Hello, are you okay." I wiped my face and turned around, surprised to see her.
"I'm fine, what are you doing here," I replied, hastily.
"Nothing. I saw you run, and that's usually what people do when they aren't okay."
"Yeah, I guess. Just some trouble going on at home."
"Oh, if you need to talk, I'm here."
"Thank you. And I'm sorry about the notes. They aren't true."
"I know, and it's fine. I forgive you."
"Well then, I might take on your offer."
"Bloom Cafe after school," she said smiling.
"Yeah, I'll see you then," I replied, offering a smile of my own.
And after taking a moment to freshen up, I went to class, walking right beside my newest friend.
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