I was cool then.
Then being what, twenty, thirty days ago? A month, maybe two?
Anyway, I was cool then.
At that stupid slumber party, school field trips, whatever.
But I wasn't cool anymore.
Not according to the middle school playground.
I walked up to her. Spoke to her by her nickname.
Only her friends could call her that, she said.
Her little group around her.
Some of them I spoke to on occasion.
Some maybe slightly good friends.
And her, all smug, sneering at me, I think...
I said something stupid, but in a classy was.
Classy as in, 'get a life loser', but not in so many words.
And I went and half-cried for the rest of recess.
Cried on the bench, ignored everybody.
That's what I usually did.
Choosing to be different than my norm didn't seem to work.
I've always been proud to be uncool.
After all, she must not be very cool anyway.
Why would she want to give up on me?
Of all people...I've decided not to give up on me.
Hopefully somebody else feels the same way. |
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