For a moment, I felt so cold and numb. The only other time(not counting the moments after my death) I’ve felt so horrible and useless was the time Mathew chose to confront me about my affection for him. A weird clingy girl…That’s what he thought of me then. I was furious yet unable to say anything…So pathetic as to not want to throw harsh words back at him. Probably the best response would have been to tell him that he was stupid not to realize the gang he hung out with wanted this fight. They hated me for whatever reason and wanted me humiliated.
At that point, Maya was firmly on my side. Cheesy as it would sound, she was my guardian angel. She called everyone out for messing up my school life by instigating drama. I withdrew more and more into books but she was always there at my side during lonely school recesses, ignoring all the jabs that came her way simply because she was my friend.
“They are jerks.” She would tell me with a smile on her face. “I’d rather be your friend than theirs.”
When no one acknowledged my birthday Maya got me an expensive present. When no one would be my lab partner, she joined me without a second thought.
I was pretty sure that the tears she shed for me after my death was absolutely genuine.
But if she was my friend and liked me…
The calling bell rang. I peeked out of my window to see her, looking as devastated as she had been on the day of my funeral. I noticed she was holding something tight in her left hand.
A piece of paper…A pinkish…
Oh!
I gasped as I recognized it. It looked like it could be from my diary.
A page from my diary which had been in my bag on the day of my death.
To be continued...
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