She writes. That is all that is left to do. After years, you would think she would have something to show for it. Some have said that once it is written the memory will live on after death. It is silly really, the chances of another reading what has been put down on a file that, is yet to be forgotten. That is what she thought. But here is the story, she wrote; I was 12 or 13 maybe It is hard to keep track at times. I do not even remember what day it was. I do remember not wanting to visit the spot. Lailah had just started dating the Aldwyn. I did not believe it was much of a coincidence that she fancied him so suddenly, after I had slipped my own attraction towards him. Best-friends, is the term she used to describe us. Yes, this I remember crystal. I would always twinge, when she stated so. It is not that I did not like her then I -- just did not see the "Best" of it. It was not fitting to me. I let her believe what she pleased; no actual harm was being done. 'Least none I was aware of then. The spot is where I was so un-wanting, and obviously unwanted. Mum, was the word. I kept distant, in doing so; I bumped into a full fellow, not too tall, just a inches above me. He wore a brown jacket, over the uniform. Jackets are all we had to get creative with our clothing. His jacket demonstrated he was simple. He was loved by the crowd. I sensed this a little too, quickly. Their glares towards me for touching him in the slightest, was proof enough. Oblivious, to this made him seem rather charming. I see this now, not then. I was not dumb enough to not know when I was becoming the outcast. I was however, slick enough to find a way to stay longer. "Forgive--" "No way! We both got Messenger Bags!" He eagerly interrupted "Uh, yes, I find these to be less of a hassle""Yeah!! Wait, why do you wear it backwards? Are you left-handed?" "No, I just, it works for me this way" Then, he did something that astounded me, it never had happened to me before. This is possibly the most significant piece of this part of the story. Now, I will have you know, I did see his arm coming at me it was not too swift of a move. But I had no clue what he was going to do. Then he did it. I was poked. I made a faint noise of surprise. I knew he enjoyed my reaction. I could tell it was the first time it had ever happened to him. The smile that slowly spread across his face said it all. There was a hint of confusion, and satisfaction. I moved from him, and bid everyone Adieu. He wanted me to stay, but I could not stand the eyes anymore. I felt them burn upon me. I did not ever get a chance to ask him, how he was not aware of all them. He seemed more focused on me. Even now, it sends me chills. Those eyes, that smile, the obliviousness of the evil around us.
