My foster mom insisted on me taking Mindy around the school. I sighed. Mindy was going to be here for a month. Of course, she was nice and all, but I needed my personal space!
The only good thing about this was I didn't seem like the socially awkward weirdo with no friends.
Not like I cared about my image. People can think whatever they want about me.
"The view here is beautiful," Mindy said, gazing into the trees. I looked over a little bit. Okay, sure, it seemed rather calm and tranquil.
What disturbed me, though, was the fact that Jerry and Liam were standing barely ten feet away. And looking in our direction. I pretended not to see them.
That all became impossible when Jerry approached us.
"Hey! My name is Jerry," he said. He was introducing himself? Didn't I know him already?
Oh, wait, he was talking to Mindy. My gut clenched.
"Hi! I'm Mindy!" Mindy gushed.
Please don't.
I spent a few seconds in agony, trying to block away Mindy and Jerry's excited voices.
"Harmony? Harmony!" Mindy said.
"Ye-yeah?" I was snapped back into reality.
"This is Jerry. He's super nice. Do you mind if I spend the day with him today?"
Oh, how wonderful.
"No problem," I lied. I told myself I was happy. I told myself I didn't like Jerry. I told myself that I needed my own personal space and didn't want Mindy trailing me the whole day.
But did I really believe myself?
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Scars from the Impossible
JugendliteraturIt's Impossible! Thats what Harmony and Liam have always told themselves... It's impossible-- to forget... to forgive... to win... to love... But when will they learn that just because it seems impossible doesn't mean it really is? --- Co-written wi...
