School starts for me tomorrow, and I just wanted to take a moment and share a story.
Freshman year was awful. I was starting at a new school, I’d never been taught in a classroom setting before, I had self confidence issues, my grandma had just died. It was doomed from the start.
Well anyways, it was in the middle of February, when grades start to fall and stress starts to rise. All year I had one friend; her name was Sam. She and I clicked; it wasn’t instantaneous, but she and I became close friends.
It became my goal in life to make her happy. To make her laugh, just so I could see her smile.
I didn’t tell anyone about her. She was my secret, and mine alone. Telling anyone felt like sharing. They never asked about her anyways. No one asked me anything (except for the teachers, except for Sam.)
She walked with me in the hallways, leaving before classes, and joining me again later. She never walked into the classrooms.
I could go on and on about how pretty she was, how witty, how naturally we fit. But I won’t. I assume you’ve had someone in your life like that.
I never saw her outside of school. I never asked about it. My natural curiosity had fled when it came to her.
“Will you be here after class?” I asked one day. It was a nonsensical question. Of course she would be there.
She wasn’t. It was the end of the school day, and I couldn’t find her.
I called my mom and told her I would find a ride home. Maybe I’d be late.
Instead, I looked for her. I hid in the bathrooms until the school was closed, and pulled my hoodie over my head. I avoided the janitors as I searched.
She wasn’t in the library, or any of the classrooms (she never went into the classrooms), or the cafeteria. She wasn’t anywhere.
When I found a door in the stairway that I had never seen before, I knew.
I don’t know what told me, or what compelled me to go in, but I knew she was in there.
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