My heartbeat pounded like the banging of wooden sticks against strawberry yogurt containers. “One more time,” I pleaded, feeling my head whirl like a Ferris wheel. “Ok,” she grinned, launching me up from the dusty brown carpet. She clasped onto my sweaty hands as I gazed into her gleaming olive eyes. I felt a wave of exhilaration flow through me as blurs of color filled my vision. She howled with laughter as I was hurled onto the old sofa and landed with a powerful force opening of the crackling seams that lined the edges. “I remember that time like it was yesterday,” she cried, beaming in my direction. I was sprawled against her plaid bed sheet watching her snuggled into her covers. “It’s my first day of middle school tomorrow;” she exclaimed nervously to me.”I don’t know what to wear, how to act?” “What if people make fun of me for carrying around my favorite novel.” ”I don’t want to be the nerd with no friends,” she uttered with a panicked expression. “Don’t worry,” I confronted her; ”it will just be me and you tomorrow.” “We can both blend in, and no one will even know we were there;” I said confidently. “Your right,” she agreed. “Goodnight,” she whispered. “Goodnight,” I said back.

“Let’s get going;” she declared, as the bright yellow bus came to a stop. As I entered the massive school I paused and looked around. Everyone was wearing the trendiest clothes and walking with their large group of friends. I peered down at her and criticized her wrinkled blue tee and basic blue jeans. “Why would you choose to wear that?” I grumbled.”What did I think,” she agreed anxiously.” “Just look down and blend to the sides,” I insisted. “Your right,” she responded. 

As lunch approached, I made sure to sit in an empty hallway, as that wouldn’t cause attention to herself. As she was walking towards the destination, the mountain of books she was carrying exploded from her arms and flew in various directions along the narrow middle school hallways.
“How humiliating,” I groaned. A tall boy with a bright blue sweater and curly black hair came up to her and started fetching her supplies off the ground. “He’s only doing that because he feels bad for you;” I protested. Her face became pink and flushed with embarrassment as she scurried around, retrieving her items. As he picked up the last book, he admired the title, and his face instantly lit up with excitement. “This is my all-time favorite novel; I heard the sequel is coming in March.” She impulsively gazed into his hazelnut eyes and started to speak about her favorite character eagerly. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed, ”he is way too good for you.”
“Your hair is a mess, and you probably have food stuck between your uneven teeth.” “Just pick up your books and leave.” She paused defeatedly and told him she had to go while swiping the novel from his hand. ” Thank god I have your back;” I reassured her. “Wait,” the boy hollered and started walking towards her with a hopeful expression on his face. He excitedly asked her to join the book club that he was apart of. “Do you want to be an even bigger nerd?” I laughed. I stood there waiting for her to turn back around but she smiled at him and walked the other direction. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “He is just saying this because he knows you have no friends.” “Maybe I should get to try something new and meet new people, she argued.” “Yeah, and make yourself the biggest dork in the school, trust me; I know what’s best for you lets just eat lunch together and pretend as if this never happened.” She flinched, pulling my direction but then stopped herself. “No,” she replied I can do this by myself I don’t need you anymore.” My words felt like they were being ripped from my throat. “I am all you have and will ever have” I cried out. I felt a great force knock me off my feet. I could feel the throbbing of my own heart, and ringing screams vibrated in my ears. Sweat trickled down my skin as fiery flames engulfed my body. I desperately clawed onto a surface, screaming for an escape. The torturing pain overpowered me, as I collapsed to the ground, crushed and lifeless.
She turned to the boy and smiled. “What’s your name?” she asked. ”Braden,” he replied, ”and you?” “I’m Roxie.”