We arrive at school late.
Extremely late.
We had to stop for lunch.
She said she wasn’t hungry.
But I knew she was.
She wanted to go home.
I wouldn’t let her.
She didn’t argue.
She just said okay.
People stared at me.
At her.
At us.
We looked silly.
She had bruises on her face.
I had grass in my hair.
She didn’t ignore the stares.
She stared back at them.
My friends pulled me away from her.
They asked what the hell I was thinking.
They said I was an idiot.
And that the blonde girl was prettier.
But I liked her.
The girl with the crossed fingers.
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Crossed Fingers
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