"So, why don't you talk to me at school?"
Abi doesn't sound happy. She sounds sad, and hurt.
"You wouldn't want to talk to me," I mumble.
"What do you mean by 'I wouldn't want to talk to you?'"
"I'm not the Danny you see everyday at school. I'm a joke. A-and I think you'll start realizing it. The more we talk. Perhaps we should stop this."
"But I don't want to."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to bring you down, it's just that life's been sucking. I just wish that my life was different somehow. Abi, tell me this. What if I was this entirely different person? What if I wasn't as cool as you think I am?"
"But you are cool."
"No I'm not."
"We don't have to talk at school. I-I'm sorry for bitching about it. It's just that this one dude made me feel like shit today, just because I wasn't understanding Chemistry. Even though I was trying. He made me feel like there was something wrong with me..."
"There isn't. There's something wrong with him."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Maybe he was having a bad day."
"Yeah, he was such an ass hole though."
"Abi, what if I had a mental illness? Would you still want to talk to me, or be my friend?"
"Yeah...I mean, I have an aunt who suffers from mental illness. And my mother is actually going through depression. I haven't been feeling so hot lately either."
"Join the club..."
"Danny, can I tell you something? This may sound a bit stupid...I don't know..."
"What is it?"
"Um, I just want to say, I feel like myself when I talk to you."
"It feels like a big breath of fresh air when I talk to you."
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