Chapter 12
I tell him I can’t be friends.
I want a friend.
I can’t have one though.
I look at him from the corner of my eye.
He’s staring at me.
The bell rings and I walk out of the classroom.
He follows.
He asks me why I won’t be friends.
I don’t say anything.
He asks me why I won't answer him.
I walk faster and keep my fingers crossed.
I walk past the cafeteria, and into the empty hallway.
He follows.
He yanks my arm, my sleeve rolls up.
He touches my scars.
He stares at them.
I look away.
His hand is still on my arm.
He doesn't ask what happens.
He hugs me.
I hug him back.
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