At the beginning of the school year, we were such a perfect group of 4, do you remember?
MB. CC. SH. NW.
I could always count on you to be in my group for activities. We could do the same thing every day and no one cared. We could run into the field in the warm summery days together. But now? Now it’s broken. Now it’s just 2 of us and, sometimes, just 1.
MB slowly joined the “popular” girls. It’s a fine line, you know, when you think about it. Between the people like us and the people like them. We all make jokes. Laugh a lot. But those “popular” girls? They say things they shouldn’t. They gossip. They do things they shouldn’t, break rules, break hearts.
I wish you weren’t part of that group. But I guess you are. I guess that’s your choice.
CC made new friends, and I guess I’m being clingy, but they became her best ones. And they weren’t nice to us. We became second-best. At least, well, at least until you wanted to be our partner in Algebra.
SH, well, SH has always had a lot of friends. But she’s stayed loyal. Now it’s just us.
Forgive me for being clingy. I know you get to make your own choices. It’s just, when the teacher tells us to get into a group of 4, I feel sad sometimes. Because it’s no longer perfect.
We’ve all grown up.