You never came back to the playground.
I didn't think much of it. I thought that maybe your parents managed to settle down and decided you stay at home. I never finished my sand castle either.
Soon enough, school started again. It was still summer when we met, so I thought that maybe you were getting ready for school too. I thought you made new friends with your neighbors. I tried to come up with every possible reason that didn't involve not seeing me anymore. Was I right? I never knew. I never bothered to ask you either. Sometimes I wonder if it made a difference if I did.
I tried not to think about it. The first day of class was upon me, and I went to school seeing the same people I saw last year. I thought that it was gonna be the same old routine with the same boring classes with the same boring classmates.
I was wrong.
"Alright class, before we get started, I would like to introduce your new classmate," my teacher Ms. April said as the bell stopped ringing. "Come on in," she called to the new student that was standing outside the door. "Come on now, don't be shy," she insisted as the new kid hesitated to enter the room.
The new girl went to stand next to Ms. April. She looked around the class, trying to hide her fear of being in front of the class. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute and delicate face. Then, something hit me. "Where have I seen you before?" I asked myself, realizing this wasn't the first time I've met her.
"H... hello..." she started, trying to be quiet. That voice. Where have I heard it before? "My name is Emma... Emma Scarlet."
It was you.
"Miss Scarlet is a transfer student from Scotland. Her parents moved there before she was born and decided to return here recently," Ms. April explained to the class. Everyone was whispering to each other. "I hope you all treat her well," she continued, "Now then, Emma, you can sit wherever you like."
You looked around, seeming a bit overwhelmed by everyone whispering to each other. "Miss," I called out, "Would it be okay if she sat next to me?"