◻ C h a p t e r 2 8 ◻
That was strange.
You walked into school today, but there was nothing strange about that.
The fact that you walked past me without slamming me into my locker was strange.
A part of me felt relived. Relived that maybe today would be a good day.
The other part of me felt…
Well…I think I felt sorry for you, so I asked if you were okay.
I shouldn't have, it was stupid of me, you glared at me and flipped me off.
You picked out your books and put them in your bag and walked away looking at me with so much hate.
Your clique followed, well except for Mya. She pushed my head into my locker and told me to mind my own business.
You looked back and told her to leave me alone, but it seemed you were happy with it, because the frown you walked in with earlier this morning was wiped off your face.
I was wrong, very wrong.
How could I think you were starting to change? All because you stood up for me yesterday.
The glint of sadness in your eyes, I thought it meant something.
But I guess I'm nothing to you, just someone to toy with.
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