posted on Aug, 15 2020 @ 03:06 PM
The Girl had somehow been expelled from the same boarding academy that I had also been expelled from. We knew each other from the time we had snuck
out of our respective dorms one night and rendezvoused to smoke something together. And now here she was.
She was then living in a foster group home called ___ ____ Ranch, just a few miles from the local public High School; my local High School, where I
was back with my old friends, home again.
The custom GMC Carryall with 2 extra doors, group home name painted on the side, and long horns as hood ornament which served as a bus pulled up in
the drop off round about. She spotted me standing there where I had just recently gotten off my bus. She was sort of skipping in a happy sort of way
She had her hands together between her thighs, rocking slightly as she said, "I'm so glad to finally see a familiar face. I don't really know anybody
at the Ranch. I don't make friends easily. But now we can be friends, right? Wouldn't that be cool? We've already got so much in common; we've been
through the same place."
I was already feeling cool though, because I was on my home turf, like the king of the world, I didn't need any orphan friends. So I responded with,
"I've already got all the friends I need." Then turned and walked away.
I don't even remember her name. I don't know what ever became of her. That picture though, of a totally crushed hope on her face. That can't be made
up for. There is no District Attorney seeking an arrest warrant; no one to bring me to justice to answer for my crime against her. This kind of
behavior has no law against it; no penalties.
It just isn't fair! It just isn't right!
edit on 15-8-2020 by pthena because: (no reason given)