Chapter five

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"Makayla?" Bianca says, unsure if the girl going through my locker is actually me. "Oh my god, girl! That color is amazing on you!" she smiles and screams at the same time. 

"Thank you, it really isn't too much?" I dare to ask, "Do you think it's too much?" she smirks, making me rethink my question. I shouldn't care about their opinion, even if I know Bianca is honest and really thinks what she says. 

"So, I was thinking about starting the project tonight after tutoring, you wanna come over? You know how much help I need." I chuckle and close my locker, securing my English books in my hands. "Sure, what time though? My mom has this stupid dinner she wants me to go to. I'm meeting the new boyfriend tonight. Hopefully this one will stay." She laughs, but I know she must be tired of meeting a different man every month. Her parents got a divorce when they found out her father had been cheating. It destroyed her mother, and since then it's like she's trying to fill the empty place in her heart. She's a great woman and I'm sad that it's gotten to her that badly. She feels secure when she's with a man, she just doesn't take the time to really get to know him, and they end up leaving as if nothing ever happened. "You can come after, it's alright." I smile as I enter my English class. 

"Okay everyone, take your seat please." The teacher starts, "Today, I'll give you your results from the last project you did. I'm very proud of you all, and I hope you continue your good work." She smiles, and she wander around to give us our copy. I take the book I'm currently reading and start where I left it. I always bring something to occupy myself in case something like this happens and there's time to kill. 

"Seems interesting." I hear someone say. I turn my head and see Landon looking at me. We've been in two or three classes together since high school started. We talked here and there, but nothing serious. I'm quite surprise actually. 

"Yeah, probably one of my favourite books." I answer, smiling a little and turning back to my book.

"What is it?" he continues, "Tuesdays With Morrie." I remember my English teacher giving us an assignment to do with that book. I loved it from the first to the last page. It's about the complicity between a teacher with his student, and it's heartwarming. Not everyone liked it, but obviously people with empathy fell in love with Morrie. 

"I don't really read, I was just wondering." He explains, which don't really make sense, but I decide to ignore it. The teacher stops in front of my desk, and I thank her in my head for putting an end to that awkward conversation Landon is trying to make. 

"I'm so proud of you Makayla, you impress me every time. I love how you work through words." She smiles and gives me my project, with a big 98% written in red at the top. I smile and thank her out loud this time for her kind words. 

The class goes on and we talk about the homework we must do this week. I already finished it, but some people say they don't have any fears. So, we spend the entire class discussing fears, searching the web for the most common ones and it's interesting, to be honest.


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I meet up with Bianca for lunch and we decide to go eat outside. Things got awkward with the rest of us, and we don't talk as much. Since the fight I had with Alyson, we kind of went separate ways. "It's so weird not having the girls around." I say, looking at the food laying in front of me. I'm not even hungry. "Yeah, I know. We were used to being together all the time. Especially you and Alyson." She says, trying to give me a smile. "I know, and I was so stupid. I should have spent more time with you guys, and I'm sorry if you ever felt left out. I know you did, and I realise how good of a friend you are. I'm so sorry." I feel like I should've said those words way sooner, because they're true. Bianca was there for me since day one, with Lucas and my mom. She's the on who truly helped me through everything and I feel so bad for her at this very moment. 

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