#10a: tenebrisia, stage ii.

She was open to my thoughts, my plans. I never made it seem like I needed more than her assistance with the book club. Setting up the displays, the sign in sheets, and all of that. But somehow it had gone all wrong. Somehow I accidentally got too close. In Catholic school, when a fifth grade girl’s father complains that an eighth grade boy has been harassing his daughter, you essentially become a darkness in whatever light is left. You realize how crazy you are, in a world that already looked at you differently. I meant nothing by asking her to help me. I thought maybe I’d actually have a friend to talk to, with our shared love of Stargirl and The Fault in Our Stars. But there was clearly more to her than I thought. And little did I know that the stories I read were not the ones being written for me.