She bumped into me between classes. Her books scatter. I drop to one knee, reaching for notebook. The girls by the lockers are giggling. Someone bumps me, as I try to occupy my nonexistent world. Flames could burst out of my face.
I mutter. “I’m sorry,” Picking up the loose papers.
She’s kneeling beside me and whispers. “You didn’t have to knock my books on the floor to meet me.” She sticks out her free hand. “I’m Brenda.” Continue