The Tab, August 2018
Walking down the street, back home after finishing another year at university, it felt good to be back. Wandering and thinking of nothing in particular, I only became aware of the girl walking towards me as she stopped directly in front of me. “Emily”, she said.
Standing rooted to the pavement, a feeling coursed through me the likes of which I hadn’t felt for years. More precisely, since I’d left high school. The girl in front of me was one I had left school hoping I would never see again, although with any speck of self-doubt or insecurity I had felt since then, I would always see my face in her mind’s eye.
“Oh Katie. Hi”. Then because I couldn’t resist it, I added, “Do you still remember me?”, my gaze locked with hers. “Of course I do”, she said, but the smile on her face was so different to the cruel jeering smirk I remembered. “But you seem so different!” >> Continue Reading
