BEST FRIEND LOVE STORY, zh&ja {COMPLETE}

ONE

Grade 4

"Skylar, do you know the answer" Mr. Brown asks. Now, me being the 9 year old socially awkward weirdo that knows the answer but didn't wanna seem like a brainbox, didn't answer.

I would say for my age I was pretty clever. I've no friends so what else to do in my free time. I can't hang out with people so I study and read.

"No, sir" I quietly reply

"Timmy" he looks over to the guy beside me. Everyone crushes on him. Not me, he's a ... idiot

"15" he proudly says

In school, I'm more of the... don't talk to anyone and keep myself to myself kind of chick. Not the... popular girl.

I don't have any friends. Which is hard for a 9 year old. My momma's asking me who I want to invite to my 10th birthday party but what can I say, my teacher?

Moms always over the top for birthdays. I would say my family is on the rich side. We're quite wealthy

Bell rings for recess and I do the usual, grab my apple and sit on the bench by myself.

"Skylar, why don't you go play with Rachel and her friends" the principal walks over

"I'm good" I take a bite into my Apple.

"You're always alone, are you sure you're good Skylar?" He asks

"Yeah... I like being alone, it gives me time to think" I smile

"Okay..." he hesitates "mr. Brown complained that you didn't know the answer to a simple math question today"

"It was 15, I know" I take another bite of my apple

"Why didn't you answer"

"Because... I always answer in class, probably the reason no one likes me" I mutter

He stands up and looks around. A ball hit my feet and I turn around.

I bend down to pick it up but when I turn around, Mr. Felix was calling someone over.

"Jack, what did I tell you about hitting balls around here" He takes the ball of me.

I've never seen this kid ever but he's kind of cute

"Sorry Sir" he politely says, looking at me

"I'm Jack" he holds his hand out and smiles

"Skylar" I shake his hand

"Wanna play ball with us" he invites me over to his 3 guy friends

"Recess is nearly over, thanks for the offer though" I finish my apple and throw it into the trash. I walk of and just when I walked in, the bell rang.

Lunch was sooner then I expected and I grab my brown bag and sit at the table, alone.

I look at the message mom wrote. She always writes me little letters or something. It's the only thing that makes me happy at school.

"Love you little one, enjoy this meal. Or no cookies after school! Love mom" I read quietly.

I smile and open the bag.

Ham sandwiches, my favorite!

I sit and eat them, the hall fills up and I was the only one at my table... like usual.

"Mind if we sit" The boy Jack walks over with his tray

I smile and brings my stuff to one side