Second grade. The school was renovated. I was the only girl sitting in a group of boys. Nicki and Danielle and Monica were in different classes. I was on my own.
Then there was Rachel, and Eliza, and Jennifer. Jena bragged a lot.
Halfway through the year. The new kid, Christopher. He was cute. I liked him.
James. Christian. I was naïve, and told all my secrets. They were nice enough about it. We were comfortable, and happy.
Summer came. I had a tea party. Nicki. Danielle. Monica. Eliza. Kim. Christopher. James. There were rice krispie treats. I cut my leg.
YOU ARE READING
people
Short StoryPeople are everywhere. They interact with you, all the time. But how many do you know? how many know you? This is my story. Autobiographical, but I changed the names. Do not fault anyone in this story for something I did.
