The two girls sat opposite of each other in the room, one sitting quietly while the other absent mindedly played with the page corners of a magazine, pretending to read.
“You aren’t the same anymore,” said the first girl.
“What are you talking about?” said the other, still looking down.
“I used to feel like I could tell you anything and no matter what you wouldn’t judge me. Or I could not say anything at all, just like we were, but it used to be okay. We were comfortable like that.”
“Oh come on you can still talk to me. I invited you here didn’t I?”
“Yeah. I guess. But how come you don’t talk to me anymore? I don’t even know who you like.”
“Well I don’t like anyone.”
“I see you talking with those other girls. You are always whispering and running off together. We used to do that. Remember when we would go on walks and just talk for hours?” she asked. “I don’t think those girls even like me.”
“They like you just fine. They want to be friends with you but they said it’s hard.”
“What do they mean? I try to be nice to them, but they never talk to me. And they never want to invite me.”
“Oh come on now you are just being dumb. We always invite you.”
“That’s not true. What about the other day at lunch?”
“That was different. She was having a bad day so we took her out. I thought it would be awkward for you.”
“What was wrong with her?”
“She’s fine.” (more…)