Chapter 12
Emma and I became friends slowly.
Not movie friends.
Real friends.
Awkward at first.
She liked astronomy.
I liked drawing cars.
She hated cafeteria mashed potatoes.
I hated when people watched me open lunch.
She told me she started recording because Tyler had bragged in homeroom.
“He said he was going to make you cry.”
I looked at her.
“Why did you care?”
She shrugged.
“My brother got bullied in sixth grade. Nobody helped him.”
“What happened?”
“He changed schools.”
“Is he okay?”
She looked down.
“Mostly.”
May you like
Mostly.
That word carried a lot.
