"Hey, Bria!" Jordan said as she walked up to my locker with Jazmyne.
Where have they been?
I don't know.
Hey, where have y'all been?
Jazmyne shrugged a little, "around".
"Sorry that we haven't talked to you much these past couple weeks, but anything big happen?"
I shook my head a little.
No. I'm still depressed, I have a psychiatrist, I'm on an antidepressant, and yeaah. That's it.
"Oh, so you're not gonna tell us about how you fought Shania yesterday?" Jazmyne asked curiously.
Oh, yeah.
I fought Shania yesterday.
"Why?" Jordan asked, "you're usually not one for fighting?"
I don't know, she just kept making fun of me going mute and she took it too far when she talked about Jacob, and I just slapped her and then bam. We're fighting.
"Oh, man, I wish I was there. I would've totally helped you out" Jordan said.
"Jordan, you can't fight" Jazmyne stated as she looked at her.
"I can, too".
"No, you can't"
"Then how come I hit that one girl like, two weeks ago? Hm?"
"That was because she touched your food without asking" Jazmyne said as she rolled her eyes.
"That's not tru- Oh, no, wait. Yeah, it is, nevermind".
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"Hey" Katelyn said, I was walking down the hall; making my way to the library.
Hi.
"I know you probably don't want to hear it, but um..." She trailed off, "I'm sorry, I know you probably don't wanna sit with us anymore".
It's not your fault, and yeah, I think I'll just stick to sitting with my brother, Chresanto, and two of my other friends.
"Alright, that's cool, but could we still find time to talk?" She asked.
I looked at her emerald eyes and realized that all she really wanted was another friend.
I nodded.
Yeah, sure.
She smiled, "okay".
I'll see'ya around, I gotta go.
"Okay, bye".
I waived and walked off.
I was a little bit late with getting to the library, so as I sat down Chresanto looked up at me.
Hey.
"Hey".
What's wrong?
He shook his head a little, "nothin'".
Did you get a lecture when you got home?
He nodded this time and said "yup, did you?"
I nodded too.
Yeah, a little one though.
"Oh, well at least it wasn't long".

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Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)
FanfictionDysfunctional dys•func•tion•al adjective 1. Not operating normally or properly. 2. Deviating from the norms of social behavior in a way regarded as bad. Things haven't been looking up for Bria ever since Jacob committed suicide. She's lost all hope...