• Not Your Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
You would call her your average neighbourhood girl... short height, tomboy with her blue overalls and sneakers two years old. You were kind to her, even though the entire school laughed at her for her weird rainbow hair, only because your and her parents were childhood besties. You had noticed her sit all by herself during lunch, not talk to anyone in the hallways, or sit on the bench alone during P.E. You had noticed her write a little bit too frequently, and it was usually not homework. You also didn't like the fact that she might have been secretly crushing on you, trying to come up and talk to you whenever she saw you, and your whole gang would then start to make fun of you for being the future 'Mr. Freak'. The whole world insisted she was one, including her parents, who were then dead.
But, you knew better, right? You knew she was kind. She always helped you out, and not just with your homework. (And, maybe you were the only one she knew, so when she saw you, she thought it would be kind to come by and say hello.) You knew she had a lot of love to give, just not enough people, and that's why she opened up to no one. You knew there was more to her than the same few clothes she repeated every week or the weird black and blue patched back-pack she carried to school. You knew it all even though all you did was walk her back home once or maybe twice a week when no one was looking. You were ashamed to admit that you knew her, yet you enjoyed every moment that you spent with her. Her punk-ass taste in music, oh, she had plenty, and every time she would introduce you to something new, wouldn't she? The numerous books she had read, and the way she talked about the characters as if they were real, maybe her friends even. The many stories she had written, and her poetries... You loved the look on her face when she'd recite the one she had recently written. It would be like she had transformed into an absolutely different person all of a sudden. You liked her a bit, too. But, you were in denial, and, so, you behaved otherwise in public.
Why wouldn't she say, 'No!' to you, when you asked her to prom?
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