Peaking over the corner of the hallways, you stood in the middle, talking to one of your best friends.
Your dyed blonde hair drooped over your shoulder as a contained giggled erupts from your small body.
Walking my way, I smile. A grin that rarely ever comes to my face.
I walk out from the corner, gripping the straps on my backpack that hung onto my back.
Our shoulders touched, the tough collision making me trip a little. I catch myself and turn back to meet your gaze.
"Sorry!" You bent your body slightly into a bow, and turned back around to catch up with your friend.
My red shirt going unnoticed.
