I Was Wrong
c h a p t e r 13

I walk out of the classroom and Ethan follows me. "I can't wait till we study, you really have to learn this stuff," Ethan says, but I know he's joking.
"Ha, ha, ha," I didn't laugh, I only spoke the words so he knows that I don't really approve of his comment.
"Just kidding," he says putting his hands in the air.
"No, no. It's fine," I smile at him and he gives me a big, genuine smile. He has really straight teeth, and they are really white, too. I wish I had them. My teeth could be both whiter and straighter.
He walks away to his next class and I turn the other way to see the girl with the round face. I wish I knew her name, I don't really like calling her "the girl with the round face" because it sounds like I don't even care enough to call her by her name. Then again, I don't know her name. Not the point,
Anyway, I approach her and the first thing I say is, "You never told me your name," and she looked surprised.
"Jenny," she says quietly.
"Really? No way! My name is Jennie, too. How do you spell it?" Wow, I would've never guessed.
"J-E-N-N-Y," she shifts her books from her left hand to her right hand.
"Oh, I have an I-E at the end of my name."
"Cool," she says plainly.
"Why won't you tell me about last Saturday?" I whine. I really want to know.
She sighs, "Fine I'll tell you and then I don't really want to talk to you again," Wow, way to hurt a girls feelings, "I go into the woods and follow a path to a cemetery. My mom and dad are buried there. I go there everyday after school to talk to them and tell them about my day. My brother does too, well, he only talks to my mom, we don't have the same father. He always talks about this girl he met recently, and I think her name is Penny, but I'm not sure," she isn't even looking at me anymore. She is looking down as if she wasn't even talking to me and acts like she is talking to one of them. She is explaining everything, but she's not telling it to me directly.
"Why didn't you want to tell me? I find that kind of sweet. Especially your brother, he seems like he really likes this "Penny" girl," I wish it was Ethan saying that stuff about me, but I don't wish his mom or dad dead or anything. Maybe he could by a diary, no, he's a guy. Maybe a journal, but I doubt it.
I tried keeping a diary once. I really just wasted $10 because I never even used it. "He does, his eyes and the way he says it makes it really obvious," she says.
"I think you are avoiding my question," she looks at me confused, "Why didn't you want to tell me?" I repeat.
"I didn't want you to think I was weird... or my brother."
"I don't think it is weird and anyway, I just told you that I thought it was sweet," I say about to cry. I feel so bad for her. I can tell she really loves her parents. I know if my mom died, I wouldn't do that, and I don't know where my dad even lives so I wouldn't know where he was buried.  He might even want to be cremated. I don't know.
"Well, don't tell anyone and like I said before, I don't want to talk to you again," She pushes past me and and doesn't look back.