𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

Chapter Nine

The next two months are definitely not the greatest.

I try multiple times to talk to Talia, but she ignores me each time.

At the end, I started getting pretty desperate.

"TALIA!" I had cried on one of my last attempts. "Forgive meeeee!" Then I tried to shed a few fake tears, and when none were produced, I tried getting some water on my face from my water bottle, but I ended up pouring the whole thing on me. And remember, this was in the middle of a crowded hallway.

So yeah, I was pretty humiliated.

And then my birthday came around, and I decided that she couldn't possibly be so mad at me that she would ignore me on my birthday.

So I had put on my most calming shirt I had, (A soft yellow shirt with long sleeves that seem to flow at the tips), marched on over to the school and tapped Talia on her shoulder.

She turned around and I could already tell she wasn't in her best mood, because she had her tomato look. (Her tomato look is when her face turns really, really red, usually because she's angry or upset.)

When she saw it was me, she turned back around and started to have a conversation with Rheana about homework. It was a pathetic attempt to avoid talking with me, but what I did next was possibly more pathetic.

I grabbed some homework from my backpack and shoved it in Talia's face.

"Look!" I had screeched. "I have homework too! Talk to ME about homework!"

That was the last time I tried talking to her. Even on her birthday, I just couldn't. I didn't want to ruin the day for her.

I watched her though. I watched her receive hugs and compliments from her new friends.

And as I watched her and her new friends, I thought of a saying I've heard many times: "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, the other gold."

I guess the old friends are supposed to be gold, but is it the same in this situation? I'm certainly not gold for Talia at the moment. I'm not even silver. I'll keep my hopes up that I'm at least bronze, but I'm not so sure. If I asked her, I'm pretty sure she'd say I'm dirt.

And I think I might still be dirt now.

But today is not a day to think about Talia. Today is Tiegan's birthday and I'm coming over to celebrate with her.

There is a mini emergency at the moment though. Last night, me and Bernie got into a fight. I forget what it was about, but I remember it being something stupid. Anyways, during the night, Bernie took a brown pen and drew some 'freckles' on my cheeks, as if I don't have enough already.

So I'm now trying to wash it all off, though it's proving very difficult.

It does make me feel a little better that Bernie has to do my chores for me because of it, but it still doesn't fix my problem.

I decide to take a last minute shower, and thankfully, the imposter freckles wash off in the water.

I wring out my wet hair and tie it up in a ponytail. Lately, I've been trying to wear my hair down more often, but sometimes it's just a lot more work to do that. For example, if I wanted to keep my hair down now, I would have to blow dry it first. And that would take an extra ten, maybe fifteen minutes to do that and comb it.

Besides, I think I look better in a ponytail. I only planned to start wearing my hair down because of Ava.

Whenever I show up at school in a ponytail, she either grimaces, snorts as quietly as possible, (Which is not very quiet at all), or blatantly stares disapprovingly.