I headed off to my next class, which was Math. Oh, the love- hate relationship I have with Math.

Looking around to see who was in my class, I recognized a girl. She moved to Lake Mills a couple years ago, and we became instant best friends.

Eventually, though, we kind of... fell apart. She became more "popular", I got quieter, and now we don't really talk anymore.

She didn't acknowledge me at first, she was too busy visiting with people I didn't even know, but some of them still sent me glares, trying to tell me to get away.

Eventually, she noticed me. The acknowledgement I got was a quick nod and a smile, but it was better than I had had for two years. No glare from her, no roll of the eye, and I even got a smile. No wonder the other girls were glaring at me.

Sometimes, I wonder what happened. Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?

I try to send the questions in a glance, pleading to help me understand. I can live through it being my fault, but not through not understanding.

But she doesn't look over at me again, and I'm not close enough to hear if her or her friends said anything about me. I do see a small shadow of guilt on her face, but only I can with my perceivance.

As the teacher starts taking, I give up trying to reach her, not for the first, probably not for the last, time.
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After math, I get crammed in the hallway, in the rush of people leaving the classrooms.

Suddenly, I'm unexpectedly pushed back, and I fall into the lockers. I can see it's the girls from Math, but they don't look to happy to see me.

I wondered where Mia was, if she was still there after Math. I had assumed that they would have made sure she left, but somehow, through all the arms I could see that she was there, and somehow she could see me, and we looked each other in the eyes for a moment. And in that moment I didn't see the girl who called me intruder, said I was annoying, or ignored me. I saw the one who gave advice to me, and I to her, and who joked around with me, who shared all her secrets with me, who I trusted.

And that numbed the pain in my back a bit.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't listen to the girls yelling at me, I tried to listen to the girl who was barely whispering to me, maybe not even talking.

A commanding voice rang out, one that I faintly recognized. I looked up and it was the new girl, Daya. I didn't hear what she said, but suddenly everyone backed off.

Only a few seconds after that, there were gasps all around. "Where'd she go? What happened?" sounded through the room.

"What's going on?" Ms. Micolfer asked, looking around at everyone. "Why aren't you getting to class?"

"She was right there! Eleniel was terrorizing us!" one of the girls told (an easy, big lie) Ms. Micolfer.

"I've never even heard of an Eleniel. Now get back to class everyone!" she said, and everyone followed her command.

I didn't know what had happened. As I got started heading to P. E., I realized how late I was. I sprinted to the gym, and got there just in time.

I saw Daya gesture for me to go over by her. However, there wasn't enough time for me to talk to her or ask her what happened.

"Two laps around the school, fifteen push-ups, and fifteen sit-ups. And... go!" Coach Tremor yelled.

After the laps and push-ups didn't go so bad, and the sit-ups killed me, we had to stretch. Rumor was that Daya got second place, and the record for girls.

I just hope she gets the record for the whole school.

"Ok, now for this unit we are doing soccer," he told us. He demonstrated on how to pass and told us to get in pairs. I saw a bunch of people look to her, but she jogged over to me.

"Partners?" she asked, or more suggested.

"Sure," I replied back.

Back and forth, back and forth we kicked the ball, and finally my curiosity spoke up.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"Well, some idiots tried to push you down and were trying to make you go away. Then, they fled from the wrath of the new girl. Lastly, the principal came and told them to go away. Are you sure you're okay? That looked like it hurt," she finished. Somehow, all of it, (except the end) sounded almost casual, not to die it down, but like it had happened a lot before where she was.

We kicked the ball, and luckily Daya was pretty good at saving it, because I am terrible at kicking the ball. I also took the time to appreciate that she didn't make fun of me, or really bring up that I was bad at it, except to give gentle tips.

Eventually, after about ten minutes of kicking it back and forth, we switched to doing drills for the rest of class. There were some kids that got it, but there were plenty others like me that seemed to have no clue what they were doing.

I could tell I was getting more glares, and some confused looks, through out the class (although everyone would probably forget afterwards) . It was probably because I was partners with Daya. To be honest, they probably know just as well as I do why she wanted to be partners with me. She probably just felt bad, and was trying to be nice.

I hope it isn't that though, because I want someone to actually know me. I want them to like me for who I am.

I want a friend like Mia was.

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