"Sarah?"
"Sorry." I shook my head to snap myself out of my daze.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay good because someone needs to see you."
"Who? My parents? Don't let them in."
"No. Someone else."
"Who else would need me to see them."
"Think about it. Who else would need you more than anything in a time like this."
I sat back and thought. I was all dressed and ready to go home as soon as Mary's parents signed a few things. I played with the hem of my shirt and muttered, "Mary."
I got no response so I looked up, her father looking me right in the eyes.
"Mary..." I whispered in disbelief.
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Teen FictionA short story about two girls, one struggling with depression, and the other just trying to best to keep her happy.
