The last time I saw her

The last time I saw her, she grabbed me into a hug after she told me she was leaving to go to a new school. She was the new beautiful, intelligent girl transferred to my school of horrors. Her cousin, Rosemary introduced us and we were like magnets since. I admired her because she wasn’t vacuous like most “pretty” middle school, popular girls. I was a unique cookie, and yet she took a keen interest, and I believe nothing would ever rip us apart until the last time I saw her.

“Miesha, I am moving away. My parents are forcing me.”

I sat on the bleachers staring past her into…nothing. I didn’t register until she pulled me into a hug and said, “I will never forget you.”

She let go…

And walked away… 

I just sat there as a single tear dropped down my puffy cheek.

That was the last time I saw her…