My Friend Blue I wonder if everyone has a friend that gets giddy over bad news? Would I be a bad friend to regret the day that I decided to sit next to Blue? It should’ve been a clue when Blue filled in our silence with frantic scribbles in a fresh agenda, jotting down recaps of my shortcomings. Like the time where I volunteered a blush worthy response in math class. Or the time when I said ‘’have a grape day!’’ instead of ‘’great day’’ to my neighbor who started school a week earlier than me. Blue goes the extra mile and turns these accounts into flashcards as I spiral down the second hand embarrassment of a memory that was otherwise forgotten. Blue only serves as a reminder of how ‘’It won’t come to an end’’ they won’t even pretend anytime we play house they shout ‘’Come on, you believe in that still?!?’’ I wish they were more like my cousin Joy, but she lives so far away. Joy only prances around on the holidays.
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