Her blonde hair is cut short and kind of jagged, and she’s wearing a graphic tee with sleeves just grazing the elbows, a short black skirt, and black leggings.
I want to call Shan. It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning and it’s been niggling at me all day.
School is such a noisy haze, I don’t even panic before Ma’s class. I just need to speak to Shan. I feel like our friendship has fizzled out, and I don’t like that. If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a quitter.
I hold on until I can’t hold anymore. It’s probably annoying to those around me, but I’m sure it’ll come to good use one day.
The bell rings at last, I wave and smile and chat, and all the while I’m thinking how I just need quiet and my phone and to connect with Shan.
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