Shiver

Science class was always fun. It was the one class I shared with Malorie. She liked to pelt the back of my head with papers. I wanted to remind her that we were in 8th grade. But I didn’t.

Maybe if I let her throw the papers at me, the guilt would go away.

The gnawing pain would go away.

The feeling of despair would go away.

But like I said before.

Maybe wasn’t good enough.