Forgotten || Matthew Espinosa Story

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I woke up the next morning and scrolled through twitter.

I clicked on Ashley's twitter profile and saw that she was tweeting some other girl from our school. Pandora.

I've never really seen her around much but when I do, her face is always hidden and she just hangs low. She doesn't draw too much attention to herself. I wonder why.

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Once I got into my first class, my body ached from getting thrown down a couple steps of the main stairs by some of Ashley's friends, I noticed Pandora sitting a couple desks beside me.

She was drawing things on her notebook.

Most of Matts old friends hate me and hate him as well. Their names were Brian, Alex and Scott. I don't get what Matt did to make him so hated.

I noticed his friends pushing Pandora around. Throwing things at her and I could tell it was making a big impact on her.

A loose tear fell down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away before anyone could see. Alex noticed me starring at them and Pandora and he mouthed 'what' at me with a confused/death glaring look.

I quickly turned my head and kept working and writing notes.

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The last class of the day was Socials. My teacher was assigning partners for a History project we had to finish in a month.

Of course I got paired up with Brian. I was not surprised at all, I was so terrified.

Our teacher let us move to our partners to discuss ideas and plan everything out. Brian made me stand, there was an open seat beside him but he put his bag up so I couldn't sit.

He explained everything and what he wanted it to look like and what he thought what would get an A.

His ideas were really bad, but I just I nodded my head.

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The day was over and I was walking home alone down my street. On the other side of the road on the sidewalk was Pandora walking the same direction as well.

I crossed the street and decided to talk to her. Maybe I could have one friend.

"Hi, Pandora? I'm Justine."

"Oh, I know, you were Matthews friend? Right?" She asked making sure.

I was confused on how she talked about him. As if it wasn't a big deal.

"Yeah, I was his friend." I said getting quiet.

"How is he? Do you know?" She asked looking concerned.

"Um, I haven't talked to him since he left. So I don't really know what's going on."

Pandora looked at me with wide eyes. "What? Wait? I thought you and him are best friends."

"Well I thought we were too." I said lowering my head.

"What happened? Uh, if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to. I'm just curious because you two were so close." She said.

I shook my head. "I just don't want to get into it. Everyone hates me already and I don't want you to hate me just because I knew him, and just because he was my friend. But if you want to come over and hang out that would be nice because I haven't had company over in two years.... Oh my that probably sounds so bad." I rambled regretting my choice of words.

"If you wouldn't mind to have a loser like me over." She chuckled slightly but i knew she was sad.

"Of course I want a wonderful person like you over." I said and she smiled.

We continued to walk to my house down the street.