School was never all that bad. I had friends. They were nice, and I trusted them.
I would have never thought about what it'd be like to have no friends at all. Though in fact, I did know what it was like to be with no family. At least no family who really wanted me. Though I thankfully found Claire and Jeff, or they found me.
Though when I saw her, she looked so sad. She hid under the steps every recess. I watched her hide. One day I built up enough courage to crawl under with her. At first she was surprised, then she smiled.
She was so beautiful, though hid her beauty under her short yet thick hair.
"I'm Melinda." I said softly, almost as if I was talking to a frighten kitten, and it seemed as if I were. It was close enough. She whispered in return.
"I'm Alma." Her face turned a bright red. "It's a silly name."
"I think it's beautiful." I smiled, and she returned the smile.
We became pretty close, I helped her in school with the talking parts. And she helped me, with the learning parts. Let's just say I wasn't a straight A student.
Though the day came when she had to go, though she never told me. And I never knew, until two days later when the teacher told me. At recess, I crawled under the steps and cried.
I missed her already. I wrote a letter to her during math, I knew she would never get it. I didn't know where she was going.
I miss you very much, I am sad you couldn't tell me you were leaving. I never really told you about myself much. You see, My mom doesn't want me, and I lived with my grandparents, then they had to give me up and I now live with two nice people named Claire and Jeff. I like them, they made me feel like I had a family again. Though I wish you were here, I always felt truly happy with you.. Will I ever see you again.'
I raised my hand slowly, and asked to go to the bathroom. I took the note with me and locked myself into a stall and began to cry. It hurt so much, it hurt even more than the day my mom hung up on me. We were so close yet, so far. She never knew about my family problems, and I never knew about her problems. We had gone over to each other's houses yet...it just didn't go any farther it seemed.
I waited until school was out, I walked to and from school. I waited until I heard the silence of the halls. I walked to my classroom and looked in, no one. Not even the teacher. I grabbed my stuff, and ran. I ran all the way home. I was so tired and out of breath I fell asleep the second I fell onto my bed.
Two days later, a letter came for me in the mail.
I miss you very much. I am sorry my parents and I had to leave so soon. We move a lot. I'm left without friends, and because I am so quiet no one ever wants to talk to me. Melinda you spoke to me that day and I was so happy.
I never told you before, because I was scared of what you'd think. I have cancer Melinda. No one would talk to me, in fear of them catching it. I'm so scared, I move so much because my doctor always asks me to visit other doctors. The doctor I met was very nice, and he helped me a lot. You helped me too Melinda. I am leaving an address so we can continue to write to each other every time we can. My parents told me, we are returning in the summer. I am so happy, Melinda. You were my first friend.
I almost cried. Why didn't she tell me she had cancer! I didn't care. I grabbed the note a wrote quickly.
And added some more things;
'Alma, I miss you very much. I wrote this in math after I found out you left. I didn't know you had cancer, I wish you had told me. I don't care about what you have Alma! I love you anyway. I know about cancer, I know you can't catch it! My grandfather has cancer. Alma..I'm so happy that we can still talk. So happy!
I told Claire and Jeff the story over dinner, except for me crying two days before. They said we could send the letter tomorrow after school. I was so excited to send her a letter. I wrote the address she had given me on an envelope and put my letter inside. I drew some pictures and put them in as well. I sealed the envelope, and Claire put a stamp in the corner.
Somehow, I felt...things always had a way of evening out. And I liked it.
Though deep down, I still thought about the things my mom gave me that day, and I still think about if she loves me or not. If she REALLY loves me or not.
Though, even without her love...I guess I was doing just fine.