CHAPTER 7:
Before that horrible visit to the counsellor's, seeing Amanda had already been awkward. I mean, how could it not be? I didn't know how she felt, and I was too scared to find out. I'd mostly avoided eye contact, which was normally my specialty. But with her it seemed almost difficult, which was a surprise to me.
But it was odd. Conflicting emotions were a funny thing.
I wanted to see her, run up and hug her, and demand an explanation for everything. But yet I couldn't. I wasn't only frightened, I was hurt. Seeing her reminded me of the pain, of the cutting words in her letter, of the tears I'd shed. The knife would continue to slash, worse than ever. The wound would become fresh, the pain would never end.
After seeing the counsellor...
Well let's just say she failed at her job.
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The steaming hot mouthful of noodles burned in my mouth, and I spat it out hurriedly, mentally facepalming for being such an absentminded failure. I glanced around at the people nearby. No one else seemed to be like me. For a start, no one was alone. Even the most dorky looking girl had a companion.
I was alone.
And I didn't see anyone subconsciously shoving boiling hot food into their mouths and scalding their tongues either. Nope. No one as dumb as me.
Why so distracting.
I couldn't look at her, because if I did, all that regret and pain would overwhelm me. And I might shove something worse than hot noodles into my mouth, by accident of course.
There was this time I wasn't paying attention and nearly ate my eraser. Thank God I could taste the difference between rubber and chicken nuggets.
My eyes wandered.
Her friends. The tall, skinny one with fluffy hair. The shorter, average one with the piercing stare. The slim, athletic one in Netball. The tanned one with thick black spectacles. The Eurasian-looking one with the blank face, and the bubbly girl with braces, the one who hated me.
I quickly glanced away.
They were united and together, a clique bound by friendship, while I was all alone. They were all popular and pretty, everything I ever wanted to be.
More than all of that, they were close to Amanda, something I would probably never be.
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