“Why not?”
“All these people, they are all so superficial. As it turns out, only two of them are actually my real friends.”
“I’m sorry, but unfortunately I know how that feels.”
“No, don’t be sorry. Do you have any friends?”
“Not any real friends.”
“What about us? Are we friends?”
“Sure.”
Anderson flashed me another beautiful smile that could’ve lit up the entire neighbourhood if the sun hadn’t already been out. He brought me back inside the school lobby where we parted ways just before the bell rang. I then wheeled myself to my next class where I noticed there was a small strip of paper on my chair next to my lap. It said I want to see you again in Anderson’s handwriting, like it had been ripped out of another letter. I smiled to myself again and wrote to my new friend on another s
