Popcorn

I take a deep breath as I step into the office, prepared to share the story of why I am there. I am welcomed with the sight of a stern face and cold eyes. Sitting down I started my story.

Somehow he always finds me 

In the hallway

At recess 

Always

Me. 

I long to ask the question 

Why?

Why me?

Why not anyone else?

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone?