An Icy End

Part 2

August 2017 The beginning of 5th grade

Watching my peers walk in, you could tell everything about a person seeing how they style their hair and their shoes. You see the popular kids with white brand new shoes and no crease lines to be seen, hair curled or styled in a particular way. Walking in and laughter cluttered together. The way they walk with their groups. Goodness, did I hate their groups. Then you would get the classic weirdos that would walk in late, barely laced up shoes and crumbs of their rushed breakfast all over the front of their zip up jackets, because they were up all night working on how they would call, “here” in attendance. But there was one peculiar girl who just walked in that I could not figure out, her shoes were not like some i’ve seen before, her hair was straight but yet had it pulled back into a wavy braid. Nothing I could specifically put together into a category, it almost ticked me off that she was different. It was almost as if I felt threatened by her presence. I would have figured that she would at LEAST walk in with two different girls. However she didn’t. She walked into class with a pep in her step and her head down like a dog after they were caught messing around with a tipped over trash can or something of the such. Never seen her before in my life yet I just had to get to know her. She briskly walked in and sat down in an empty chair that she could get the farthest away from the front, right next to me. She made herself right at home and pulled out three books and the sizes that they were just amazed
me. It was thicker than a milkshake at the dinner down to the street to say the least. I kept on peering over to see what she was reading, when she caught me and stuck out her hand; “Hi! I'm Teresa. Teresa Mason! What is your name?” She looked at me through her big circled, reflective glasses with big eyes that were brighter than anything I have ever seen. “Uh, hi. I'm Allison.”
“Well Allison! Mind if I call you Ali? It sounds so much nicer, and shorter.”
Goodness, how can someone have this much energy on monday at seven thirty in the morning. She must have had twenty shots of espresso before she got here. “Whatever floats your boat- I guess…” I uttered. “Sounds great, so I saw you staring at my books? Aren’t they amazing? The series goes on for
a long twenty six books and this is the smaller one! Then I have a small little afternoon boredom book, and then here-” “Girls. In the back! We are beginning class, please be quiet and save it for lunch now.” The teacher cut Teresa off. I looked over and saw her face get red but yet was nodding politely. “Well, Ali, guess we are gonna have to sit with each other at lunch then!” Whispered Teresa. “Yeah, I guess we will have to.” I whispered back with a slight grin.

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“So you guys were friends for a long time? Now what on earth does this have to do with anything.” Said Daniels. “I am getting to that- hold your horses.” Allison responded. “Now, let me tell you when it startedto go bad.”

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