I stepped away from Carlos after a while, afraid that… perhpas he might think I was hogging him. I did not wnat to look desparate. I did not qnat to look pathetic.

So, I steppedo ff and started to look thorugh my drawings, when a boy caem up to me, with a rolled up dollar in his mouth, we were all hanging out in front of the library. He stared at me and I glared back. Carlos was in my periphial vision and was standing alone.

The boy and I tlaked of stupidities, and then he said something that angered me to the core. He said, in a deep voice, “That kid, Carlos, he’s so emo he doesn’t like people.”

My eyes narrowed angrily. I glared, I wnated to smack him, I shoved past him and went to Carlos, woh I suspected had heard the rude comment. Dman that mother-

“Hey Carlos, are you alright?” I asked, having to crouch slightly as he was staring at his feet. It made me wnat to cry, his bak was hunched which was from all of his crouching no doubt and then he looked up and smiled. “I’ am now…”