Lost in the Memory

seven

"Sweet tea in the summer
Cross your heart, won't tell no other
And though I can't recall your face
I still got love for you
Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
And I've been meaning to tell you
I think your house is haunted
Your dad is always mad and that must be why
And I think you should come live with
Me and we can be pirates
Then you won't have to cry
Or hide in the closet
And just like a folk song
Our love will be passed on"
~Taylor Swift~

"Alright class, we have a new student joining us this year. Her name is Nickel Haught. Can we all say hello to Nickel." Ms. Lawson said, resting her hand on Nicole's shoulder.

She sighed. "It's Nicole. Nicole Haught." she said in mild frustration.

"Oh excuse me, say hello to Nicole" Ms. Lawson corrected.

The class said hello to Nicole as she took her seat. Nicole could barely pay attention. She was so worried about what people were saying about her. After all, she was the new kid.

She looked around the classroom and was met with many stares and whispers. She sighed and turned away quickly. She looked up again and was met with the warmest smile and friendliest wave from a small brunette across the room.

Nicole smiled back and gave her a small wave. Ms. Lawson cleared her throat.

"Miss Haught, what was I just saying?" Ms. Lawson asked, smirking.

"You were showing us how to add double digit addition problems, the answer is 32." Nicole said, smirking back.

Ms. Lawson was taken aback, she was sure Nicole wasn't paying attention. Ms. Lawson continued her lesson and Nicole smiled at the brunette who giggled silently at the interaction.

Ms. Lawson dismissed the class for lunch and they headed out to the playground. Nicole didn't know anyone well enough to sit with them so she picked a nice patch of grass and took out her lunch.

Nicole looked around the playground at all the groups of kids. I wonder where the brunette girl eats her lunch, Nicole thought.

Just as Nicole finished her thought, she saw the girl sitting alone at a picnic table. Nicole smiled and gathered her stuff. She took a deep breath and walked over to the picnic table.

"Hey, is anyone sitting here?" Nicole asked, grinning.

"Oh, no! You can sit if you'd like. My name's Waverly. Waverly Earp!" the girl said, putting her bookmark in her book and returning the smile. Nicole sat down and took out her sandwich.

"What are you reading?" Nicole asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"It's Harry Potter! Hermione is my favorite character! Have you read it at all?" Waverly asked, enthusiastically. Nicole chuckled.

"I don't really read much honestly. I like comic books though!" Nicole said, with a dimpled grin. 

"Oooh cool. Comic's are totes amazeballs!" Waverly said, eating her baby carrots.

Suddenly, an apple flies through the air and hits Waverly in the back of the head. 
"Hey Nerdly, why don't you read your books somewhere else!" a rather tall and lanky boy in a plaid shirt yelled from another picnic table. Waverly rolled her eyes and ignored him, rubbing the back of her head.

"Who's that boy?" Nicole asked, angrily.

"Oh him? That's Champ Hardy. He's just this guy who likes to pick on me. Just ignore him, he stops eventually." Waverly said, wiping away a few tears.