She strolls down the cracked concrete stairs as if nothing had ever gone wrong in her life. She's heading in our direction. Please say she isn't coming to sit with us, please!
She's sitting with us. Great.
She sits herself down as if she belongs. We all stare at her in disgust. The occasional whispers of "awkward" and "why the fuck is she here?!" fill my ears as my friends sit, as confused as I.
She continues to sit with us for a week. Doesn't she understand that I fucking despise her!? Then she stops.
She stops because I'm smart.
She stops because I have a sense of humour.
She stops because I'm different to the other 500 girls in my school.
I don't need to have "beef" with my friends,
I don't need to get in trouble,
I don't need to like her,
And she doesn't need to like me.
And at the end of the day I have a personality.
She put her through shit,
And yet she's back.
Why do we only talk at certain times?
Why am I not accepted in the "group"
Why have we returned to our old ways?
