To me, she was perfect.
Rich, gorgeous, best dressed, best hair,
best gymnast on our team.
Last year we did a routine together.
We were so close.
Middle school changed that.
New friends, no room for me.
Did she feels pressured?
Did she think I was nerdy?
I say the simplest thing.
She looks at me as if I’m an idiot,
as if I’d said the world was going to blow up.
She walks away with her “cool friends.”
I’m left standing alone.
We go to gymnastics.
She talks to me there.
“So what I’m good enough for you
when we’re here and not good enough
when we’re at school?" I want to scream.
I watch her perform her solo piece.
It’s sickening to watch it’s so PERFECT.
Will I ever be good enough for her?
Am I good enough for me?
She no longer considers me a special friend.