Her name was Sara. She was taller than most of us. Blond and blue eyes. I liked her the most when she let her hair wavy. I didn’t know her. She made herself easily through my way, it surprised me too.
It all started during class. She asked me something out of no where and from that time she came to talk to me and sit next to me and she came to my house to eat several times and we went out a lot on Saturdays’. I loved her a lot and she left.
She moved during summer. She texted me about it.
“I’m moving tomorrow.”
I cried all night.
Another year of school. My classmates talked about Sara, they said mostly bad things. About the things she did when she was with us, about the things she would do over her new city. What would they know about moving and meeting new people? I knew. I knew you’d have to be accepted by them. Acting like them.
They told her through message she was a whore and I naively told her I understood, I knew that’s something you have to do and sacrifice.
“What about you (me)? Did she (her) wrong you too?”
“Yes.” Someone said as I was about to reply “no”, stupidly remaining mouth open.
That’s when my trust crumpled.
I know they talk behind my back. If you dislike someone why don’t you leave them alone?