I watched as the seemingly demure new student walked
in. I began to wonder about her, why is she here? Did she move or is she part
of the WWP? I chuckled at that last thought. She had a pixie cut with brown
hair that shimmered under the light. I was interested in her, what was her
personality like? By her army-green-pattern, baggy sweater, and her black
skinny jeans, maybe she was having a slipshod-day.
As the school day passed, the new girl seemed to be ubiquitous.
I passed her multiple times during lunch hour, making awkward eye contact and a
courteous smile both given and received.
Now looking at her slipshod outfit, I almost hope she doesn’t vegetate. Lunch ended and she was even in my next
class. I was honestly getting a bit suspicious.
Why was she everywhere? Goodness…
After school had ended, I went to my mothers’ bakery and
yes- the new girl walked in. Everywhere, I thought. I could almost compare her
to The Cold people get in the wintertime, its everywhere and you’re almost
guaranteed to catch it; or in this case, run into it. She ordered a blueberry
muffin and I gladly gave it to her and took the money that was due. She wasn’t too
terrible. Maybe we could be friends, that is, if she doesn’t vegetate.
I watched as she ate her muffin in her chair with her female
friend. I learned some things about her: Her name is Julia, she laughs at non
sequitur statements and malapropisms that her friend seemingly cannot stop saying, her
personality certainly was not impregnable, and she wasn’t really into pragmatic
things. Maybe the demure new
girl isn’t so demure after all. Yes, she can be my friend.
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