lil*kitty*kat
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[SIZE=14pt] I searched around for hours before finally finding Melisa with a group of people. They were…laughing…and singing…dancing. It reminded me of myself. Or at least who I used to be. [/SIZE]
I walked over to Melisa, staring at my feet. “I-I’m…so… sor… sorry!” I admitted, embarrassed. Melisa looked surprised and then smiled. “You’re forgiven! So what do you want to do after school? I was thinking maybe we could go—” Once again, I interrupted, “We are not doing anything together!”
Melisa looked sad. “Awwww!!!!! Why not? We’re friends, aren’t we?” I looked at her smugly, “No! I’m just apologizing because I felt bad for you, stupid!” Melisa looked a little puzzled for a few seconds and then just changed to stupid.
“Oh! I get it! Okay, okay! I see!” she blurted out. I think that she was…agreeing with herself or something. I just walked away and went back to what I was doing before meeting Melisa. It was over. I wouldn’t have to see her anymore. I wouldn’t need to talk to her or hurt her anymore.
Or at least that’s what I thought. As I headed down the path to the school, I saw some girl with brown hair coming towards me. I squinted my eyes and saw that it was Melisa, bouncing up and down and waving.
I wondered if she was paying attention to where she was going? I got my answer when she stumbled and fell over. She just giggled and leapt up onto her feet. I just knew that no good would come from this.
Pretty soon, she caught up with me and began talking as much as she had when we had met. We walked side by side and I looked away, so no one would think that I was her friend or anything else like that.
After talking for a few minutes, she finally realized that I wasn’t listening to her. She punched my arm. For a tiny fifth grader, she punched real hard. “Why aren’t you listening to me? Are you being mean again? Are you always like this? Huh? Are you?”
I spun around and gave her a look that I only use when I’m really ticked off. “Yes.” I replied coldly. Melisa scowled and answered, “What? You don’t like me or something?” I ignored her and kept walking.
“Well, I’m not giving up on you just yet, Naira!” she scolded. I
froze in my tracks and stared at her with blank eyes. The name
repeated itself. ‘Naira…Naira…’ I remembered that name from somewhere.
Someone close to me a few years back…was it Alex? No, Alex had always called me Enna for some strange reason. I hated it. It sounded weird when she said it. Then who was it?
“Naira? Are you okay? You look sick!” Melisa commented. “Th-that name…where did you…hear it?” I asked, swallowing hard. Melisa looked puzzled and then realized what I had been talking about.
“Oh! You mean Naira? That’s something I’ve come up with myself. You see, you’re the first Ennaira I’ve ever met or heard of and I couldn’t think of any nicknames, so I made one up! I love doing that!”
Then she paused. “Wh-why? You don’t like it?” I hung my head and spun around. “I-I’m going home…I don’t feel well…” I said, beginning to walk. It was true, I felt terrible. I could feel some sharp pain in the back of my head.
Melisa looked worried and she ran after me. “Wait! What’s wrong? Was it something I said? I’m sorry!” I just ran off to my apartment and left her behind, standing there, backpack on back, hopelessly worrying.
I knew this would happen. I made her worry by running off. That’s why I didn’t want to talk to her in the first place. I was afraid that I would hurt her someway, somehow. I was afraid that I would make someone sad.
Naira…I knew that name from somewhere. Someone I once loved had called me. The face was familiar… but the name had slipped my mind. I could picture a soft, warm face. But it was blurry. Was she old? Or young?
It couldn’t be mom. This person had black hair…long black hair. Mom’s was a pretty blonde like mine, but lighter. I didn’t know. I probably never would figure out. Pretty much everyone I knew was gone. I would never see them again.
I sat there, clutching the rug, thinking about how I would never ever have a normal life. My world couldn’t be turned around. No one could ever love me like before…
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I wondered who could be there?
I walked over to Melisa, staring at my feet. “I-I’m…so… sor… sorry!” I admitted, embarrassed. Melisa looked surprised and then smiled. “You’re forgiven! So what do you want to do after school? I was thinking maybe we could go—” Once again, I interrupted, “We are not doing anything together!”
Melisa looked sad. “Awwww!!!!! Why not? We’re friends, aren’t we?” I looked at her smugly, “No! I’m just apologizing because I felt bad for you, stupid!” Melisa looked a little puzzled for a few seconds and then just changed to stupid.
“Oh! I get it! Okay, okay! I see!” she blurted out. I think that she was…agreeing with herself or something. I just walked away and went back to what I was doing before meeting Melisa. It was over. I wouldn’t have to see her anymore. I wouldn’t need to talk to her or hurt her anymore.
Or at least that’s what I thought. As I headed down the path to the school, I saw some girl with brown hair coming towards me. I squinted my eyes and saw that it was Melisa, bouncing up and down and waving.
I wondered if she was paying attention to where she was going? I got my answer when she stumbled and fell over. She just giggled and leapt up onto her feet. I just knew that no good would come from this.
Pretty soon, she caught up with me and began talking as much as she had when we had met. We walked side by side and I looked away, so no one would think that I was her friend or anything else like that.
After talking for a few minutes, she finally realized that I wasn’t listening to her. She punched my arm. For a tiny fifth grader, she punched real hard. “Why aren’t you listening to me? Are you being mean again? Are you always like this? Huh? Are you?”
I spun around and gave her a look that I only use when I’m really ticked off. “Yes.” I replied coldly. Melisa scowled and answered, “What? You don’t like me or something?” I ignored her and kept walking.
“Well, I’m not giving up on you just yet, Naira!” she scolded. I
froze in my tracks and stared at her with blank eyes. The name
repeated itself. ‘Naira…Naira…’ I remembered that name from somewhere.
Someone close to me a few years back…was it Alex? No, Alex had always called me Enna for some strange reason. I hated it. It sounded weird when she said it. Then who was it?
“Naira? Are you okay? You look sick!” Melisa commented. “Th-that name…where did you…hear it?” I asked, swallowing hard. Melisa looked puzzled and then realized what I had been talking about.
“Oh! You mean Naira? That’s something I’ve come up with myself. You see, you’re the first Ennaira I’ve ever met or heard of and I couldn’t think of any nicknames, so I made one up! I love doing that!”
Then she paused. “Wh-why? You don’t like it?” I hung my head and spun around. “I-I’m going home…I don’t feel well…” I said, beginning to walk. It was true, I felt terrible. I could feel some sharp pain in the back of my head.
Melisa looked worried and she ran after me. “Wait! What’s wrong? Was it something I said? I’m sorry!” I just ran off to my apartment and left her behind, standing there, backpack on back, hopelessly worrying.
I knew this would happen. I made her worry by running off. That’s why I didn’t want to talk to her in the first place. I was afraid that I would hurt her someway, somehow. I was afraid that I would make someone sad.
Naira…I knew that name from somewhere. Someone I once loved had called me. The face was familiar… but the name had slipped my mind. I could picture a soft, warm face. But it was blurry. Was she old? Or young?
It couldn’t be mom. This person had black hair…long black hair. Mom’s was a pretty blonde like mine, but lighter. I didn’t know. I probably never would figure out. Pretty much everyone I knew was gone. I would never see them again.
I sat there, clutching the rug, thinking about how I would never ever have a normal life. My world couldn’t be turned around. No one could ever love me like before…
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I wondered who could be there?
