So I wrote this a few months ago, I'm going to see how it thrives here.
I can't help it. My feet are taken over by someone that's not me. Not the girl I grew up with, not the girl I want to be. Or...did I?
Today she's wearing sneakers. And jeans. And a black shirt. Her hair is tied up, but a few strands frame her face. No make-up today.
Step by step, I approach her. I tried to come close. I really did. Her smile, her laugh, the way she's kind to everyone. I see her hanging out with Rebecca all the time, but today she's not.
She's talking to Jerome and Dave, my friends since...the incident. It's not going to seem weird if I go up to them, right?
But an invisible force stops me. Not today. I can't do this. Slowly, my feet scrape back, retracing my steps.
I return to my locker, and then something falls into place in my head.
I see her looking like a boy today.
She was looking like a girl yesterday.
20. Click click.
My locker clicks for the last time.
No. She'd never be. Not like me. Never like me. Never like us. She can't be.
I gather my things and head to Spanish, angry at myself that I even let the thought merely cross my mind.