Twelve
NOVEMBER-15 YEARS OLD
I avoid him everywhere I can, except my own mind. It is no small task either, because everywhere I turn the last two days, it seems like, he is there. Not that I can always see him, but I feel him. Likely, that could just be my paranoia, and if I’m honest with myself, which I’m desperately trying not to be, it’s hope. Either way, it’s just better to be over cautious and avoid him altogether.
I round the corner to meet up with Ana and Christine for lunch and, of course, there is James talking to Dillon.
Hey, that’s good. Maybe they are making amends. Stop. I am Hard Kelly. I don’t care if they make amends.
But I really do care and I hate that I do.
Dillon turns his head a little and smiles at me. He looks really happy. Then, he lifts his arm to wave. As so
