Lila
I was standing at my locker when I realized I hadn’t looked down the hallway once.
It shouldn’t have mattered, except there had been a time when looking down that hallway was practically part of my morning routine. I’d open my locker, pretend I was looking for something, and watch the popular group gathering in their usual spot. Dani and Michelle laughing. David, Andy, and Billy screwing around. Shawn right in the middle of them without even knowing I was watching.
Without really knowing I existed.
Back then, I’d imagined what it would be like to stand over there. I thought if those people knew my name, invited me to parties, or saved me a seat at their lunch table, I’d finally stop feeling like the nobody I’d convinced myself I was.
Today, Nina was standing beside me complaining
