Longboard

The last few weeks of school before winter break passed quickly. I wasn’t mad at her and would usually look at her but communication between us was scarce if any. She rarely looked at me and never laughed at what I said. It was as if her spirit had died that day after the game. I couldn’t bare to see her like that. The once joyful and happy young girl I had met that first day of school, turned into a dull and hopeless living creature. That’s when I gave up on her. The last day of school for…