I sat there, casually waiting for her. I can only guess that she was still eating lunch with her cousins, so I stood up. As I approached the doorway, she went out and bumped into me. We fell down, but as we looked at each other, both of us laughed and began to continue the original game of Tag. We’ve been doing this since we became friends, so no surprise there. I remembered her sweet voice during the time we met, and looking at her now, she was matured. Her black hair, brown eyes, and a bright skin color. She was like me, except that she was female and a bit shorter to me. Her personality is almost always cheerful, but it can quickly turn hateful if someone insults me or her.
I avoided the touches she tried. She laughed as she tagged me, and she ran off to the tree. I chased after her, to tag her back. Then I realized I was her only best friend forever. She classified that to me a few days ago, and I was smiling about it. Maybe that’s why we’re playing tag, only with each other. Some people say that we’re a couple, but we’re just friends. Maybe, someday, we’ll fall in love. Unfortunately, I had bad moments with other girls in the past. I probably broke my neighbor’s heart when I didn’t care that she loved me. When we became best friends, I cursed at myself that I rejected her. I could tell at her beautiful eyes that something had changed during that moment. I sighed, as she stopped going to school when we moved into fourth grade. That’s when Elizabeth came, so that made up all the stuff.
As I looked around for her, I thought what would lie in my future. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. Something to take me apart. Away from this. Away from all of my past. I didn’t want that, but if it had to be by force, I’d probably reconsider it. I then sat down next to the tree, still lost in thought about the future. Maybe she’ll be okay if I went away. She’s a happy person. She can take care of herself. I would still be a bit worried, so I would contact my best friends to look after her.
I saw a figure coming at me. I figured it would be a friend, but it was Elizabeth. She looked concerned about me, probably that I’m not tagging her. I told her that I was just thinking about stuff, and she was relieved a bit. I stood up and stuck out my arm to her. She grabbed it, held on to it, and both of us went to class as if nothing ever happened.
I got bored.
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