I Have Nothing
Introduction
Isn't it funny how in most friendship groups, there's always special friends; the ones who you'd die for. And the ones who don't even come as close to that. You wouldn't even embarrass yourself for them.
I never liked Kate that much. Not as much as Miranda and Gordo anyway. Miranda was the one I could always go to for girly talks, to talk about boys that we liked at the time, stuff like that. Gordo was always the advice guy. He had a solution for everything. And then there was Kate.
She was nowhere. She didn't fit into any categories. I couldn't open up to her like I could the others. And Miranda and Gordo found it hard to talk to her too.
I felt bad for Kate. I mean, I don't think me, Miranda and Gordo were the only ones who felt the tension. Kate must have known she was out of place. You could see it in her face. Everytime she looked at us, it was like there was hurt and loneliness in there somewhere. Like it was painful for her to look at us.
Deep down she knew she didn't belong.
But we kept her anyway. Kate was our friend, and we couldn't just desert her. She deserved more than that. She was a good person. She did her homework, she was always nice, she never fought with her parents, she ate her vegetables.
So how could someone that was so nice sometimes come across so different? Kate didn't put herself out there for us. How were we meant to talk to her if she was that way?
If she wanted to be able to talk to us about stuff, then she'd have to open up too. I could see there was a lot of things she had to say. For her though, forming the words was the problem. I was determined to get inside Kate's head, to find out what really went on. I wanted to help her.
But I never thought that would mean losing her forever.
Introduction
Isn't it funny how in most friendship groups, there's always special friends; the ones who you'd die for. And the ones who don't even come as close to that. You wouldn't even embarrass yourself for them.
I never liked Kate that much. Not as much as Miranda and Gordo anyway. Miranda was the one I could always go to for girly talks, to talk about boys that we liked at the time, stuff like that. Gordo was always the advice guy. He had a solution for everything. And then there was Kate.
She was nowhere. She didn't fit into any categories. I couldn't open up to her like I could the others. And Miranda and Gordo found it hard to talk to her too.
I felt bad for Kate. I mean, I don't think me, Miranda and Gordo were the only ones who felt the tension. Kate must have known she was out of place. You could see it in her face. Everytime she looked at us, it was like there was hurt and loneliness in there somewhere. Like it was painful for her to look at us.
Deep down she knew she didn't belong.
But we kept her anyway. Kate was our friend, and we couldn't just desert her. She deserved more than that. She was a good person. She did her homework, she was always nice, she never fought with her parents, she ate her vegetables.
So how could someone that was so nice sometimes come across so different? Kate didn't put herself out there for us. How were we meant to talk to her if she was that way?
If she wanted to be able to talk to us about stuff, then she'd have to open up too. I could see there was a lot of things she had to say. For her though, forming the words was the problem. I was determined to get inside Kate's head, to find out what really went on. I wanted to help her.
But I never thought that would mean losing her forever.