Holding Back a Wallflower
alyssa
When I started preschool, I had befriended a young girl about my age. Her name was Alyssa, and she always wore her hair down with a small ponytail in the back.
She and I had been each others first best friends. We had been in girl scouts together, doing Halloween parades and played Red Light, Green Light for badges. We played at recess together most days, and were always in each others classes. We had a Christmas party at my house and sang Christmas carols with my other friends. We were closer than crackers and peanut butter.
But after I moved, we started to drift apart. We never called each other, and she had come over once, for my sixth birthday. She had colored in my watercolor books, and I had kept asking her to stop, but she wouldn’t.
After that night, she was never seen by me again, until about third grade.
I had gone to a diner with my parents on a Friday or Saturday night, like we usually did. I looked across the room, and there she was, sitting with her family. I walked over to the table, and said hi. She seemed distant, and didn’t seem to want to associate with me.
It was all over at that point.
She and I had been each others first best friends. We had been in girl scouts together, doing Halloween parades and played Red Light, Green Light for badges. We played at recess together most days, and were always in each others classes. We had a Christmas party at my house and sang Christmas carols with my other friends. We were closer than crackers and peanut butter.
But after I moved, we started to drift apart. We never called each other, and she had come over once, for my sixth birthday. She had colored in my watercolor books, and I had kept asking her to stop, but she wouldn’t.
After that night, she was never seen by me again, until about third grade.
I had gone to a diner with my parents on a Friday or Saturday night, like we usually did. I looked across the room, and there she was, sitting with her family. I walked over to the table, and said hi. She seemed distant, and didn’t seem to want to associate with me.
It was all over at that point.