I liked school, before. It was a place you could visit your friends, right? At the least? It was a place you were doing something, even if you were bored doing it.
Somehow, I just didn’t feel welcome. Even before I stumbled into the building, before I met any of my old friends or any of my new friends, I just had this feeling, this queasiness beating like a hammer, coming in waves.
Do you know what I mean?
I’d been friends with Isabella Millar the year before. Now, suddenly, she was one of those doe-eyed blondes who was too good for me. Me with my glasses, my pathetic soggy brunette-ness and my way-too-skinny limbs. From the look on her face the first time we locked eyes that day, I knew she would eat me alive.
I met Lucy that first day, believe it or not. Do you? Believe it? I didn’t think we’d be friends, she seemed too… happy. At the time. For me. Like a cartoon character I’d outgrown.
It was a couple of days before Trevor made his way into my life. I didn’t mind. How could I?
But the next day, when I felt worse, the one who really made a difference was Kayla.
I don’t even know how to talk about her now. She followed me into the bathroom. Figured she knew what was going on. Asked me if I felt all right, needed anything. Midol? Tampon? Chocolate bunny? I could’ve lied, taken the out, given her the brush-off.
Instead I told her, trembling, “I think I can see the future.” And then I told her why.
“That’s weird,” she said.
“No, weird is good,” she assured me. No one had ever said that to me before. “I’m weird, too.”
I didn’t know at the time how true that was. I thought I was stupid.
“You mind if I sit with you?” she asked through the door of the stall.
I didn’t. I was the smartest thing I did in my life.
(To Be Continued…)