Pika

She went home and she was crying. She didn’t know why she got so upset. She just knew she doesn’t want to talk to him, she doesn’t want to see him or hear his voice, because it has hurt. She thought he likes her and she couldn’t bear the thought of him having a girlfriend. She was walking away from school and before she could notice she was running. Her feet were light and they were carrying her along the street. Then she stopped. What if it wasn’t his girlfriend. She thought. Perhaps it was his sister…oh, who am I kidding. Then she heard someone screaming her name. It was him. She would have recognized that voice anywhere. And he came close, really close and she could smell the perfume she loved so much.