What's Wrong With Her?
          September 24th Thursday

It was the fourth day of Keanna ignoring me. I was going to follow her to her house after school today, to see what's wrong. I hoped I did something wrong. Hopefully, I'd catch her talking to her parents about it. Than I can come on in and apologize. Than we'd be friends again. I was in math class, spaced out in my thoughts, when I heard my teacher.

"Sonic, are you paying attention?" My math teacher, Mrs. Suzie asked.

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

"Good." She said.

"I should stop zoning out." I told myself. I looked at a piece of paper on my desk, that was once blank, to see that I drew Keanna. She was smiling and sitting on a rock at a beach at sunset, smiling while her hazelnut brown eyes glistened in the sun. I sighed, and smoothed down the picture. "I hope we can go back to the way we were..." I whispered softly to myself as I looked at Keanna. "Or we could be something more..."