Going to school with her, as the morning sun shone on us, was my favorite memory. She stood tall next to me; her bag flung to her shoulder; yawning as we walked down the street. She was radiating a cool beauty and was quite charming despite the lack of poise, but at that time she wasn’t aware of it. When she glanced at me, I looked away, until I heard a mischievous laugh. “Why are you so short?” she teased. My initial reaction was to throw a punch on her arm, if not for her quick move of hooking it around my shoulder. “It’s heavy!” I complained, annoyed at her treating me as an armrest again. She groaned back, snatching the strap of my bag to carry alongside hers. “I bet you can take the weight of my arm, now,” she said proudly as she adjusted her hold, pulling me closer.
I don’t even… I could only clench my fist, letting my pride deflate like my poor tiny shoulders. I don’t even know why of all people I fell in love with this idiot!
