For the next few weeks, we didn't talk to each other. I even sat out in the hallway to eat lunch, so I wouldn't be in a cafeteria full of people staring at me. But I couldn't help but want to know a reason as I tried to hold onto the memories of our short-lived friendship.
During all those weeks, Luna was out sick from school, and something tragic was happening that I was unaware of.
Being called a loser in front of a cafeteria of high school students, the word got out quickly, and after the loss of one friend, I didn't need to worry about losing another one because people weren't lining up to befriend the "loser."
Unexpectedly, Luna came up to me in the diner we used to hang out in when I was reading my book with swollen eyes.
No... Have you been crying?
Hi Maia. Is that seat open?
Yeah, you remember my mom was in a coma, right?
She was pronounced brain dead a few weeks ago.
I'm so sorry, Luna.
When you came up to me and Marcus, I couldn't help remember what you said to me when I told you my mom was in a coma, about you saying that everything would work out.
I'm also sorry, Maia. I treated you unfairly on the first day of school. It was because my dad called me that day to say she was in critical condition.