The Secret Girl


My best friends

Amber and Carina

Shout to me.

I smile and walk over to them,

Contemplating why they care more

Than my mom does.

“Where were you?”

They bombard me with questions.

I sit down on my bed and

Recite my story.

“Who was the girl?”

I regretfully reply that I do not know.


Being the more adventurous

Of the two says,

“Then let’s find out.”

The End

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