I've been trying for years, to say a single word to Daisy. I couldn't even manage a hello. I don't know what happened. All I know, is I saw her there. And I missed her. And I wanted her to know that I still cared about her.
I know about her party tonight. I wasn't expecting an invite, because I wasn't her kind anymore. Middle school chamged her. And I know nothing could change her back.
I walk out of the classroom and straight to the bus. I put an earbud into my ear, as the bus rolls away from the school. I sit in the front of the bus. All of the loud kids sit in the back, all of the really smart kids sat in the front. I didn't fit into either catagory, so I sit alone in the middle. When we were in 4th grade, Daisy sat next to me. But then she moved a couple blocks away. And made new friends.
Is it pathetic that I still think about a girl, that ditched me in 7th grade? Does she still think about me? My head starts to hurt, so I lean my forehead against the cool glass. I turn my volume up, until the music is blasting in my ear. Loud things usually make a headache worse, but the headphones keep my mind off of my thoughts.
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Broken Beauty
Misterio / SuspensoOliver sat alone at lunch. He only had one friend, some kid he hadn't talked to since 4th grade book club. He didn't mind his lack of friends. He liked being alone. He spent his days reading the same book, over and over. Daisy was beautiful. Footbal...
