Today I will make a friend. Or friends.
I can do this...
I want to be her friend!
She seems nice
She seems a little mean like she’ll just swallow me up with her I want to talk to her
But I don’t want to that one over there
She seems too happy she seems too sad
What if I ruin her happiness make her sadness grow stronger
Ugh she’s already around friends I can just approach them and just if I approach them they may all stop laughing and turn quiet as they look at me
All I have to do is step up and say hello
I may trip I may stutter over my words and then they’ll start laughing again but this time at me I can’t I’m not friends with her I don’t have to talk to them
I’m not saying anything even though that seems like a great topic
They’re leaving! What a relief no not a relief I’ll be alone I have to make friends all I have to do is ask them to ask her to lunch
No I’ll seem too needy no they’ll think I like them like that
I just have to take. Deep breaths. And say
They’re smiling at me my stomach is clenching I can’t breathe they’re going to laugh at me they’re going to leave me all alone all alone all alone I’m too silly I’m too immature I’m
too happy I’m too depressed I can’t I can’t I can’t do this
Back away back away back away
Now run, run as fast as you can
You can’t catch me
Run away Simba and never return
I pant, I’m alone. Free from the girls. Relief floods my face
I want to make friends...