I was walking down the hall when I saw Harley again.
“Hi, Harley,” I said. “How are you?”
He looked at me and his eyes went wide. “Hi! Hi. Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”
I hated my father so much at that moment. Why would he take away my best friend? What did Harley do to him? I hold back tears as I tell him my name.
“Kira,” I said. “Kira Mars.”
“Oh, that’s . . . that’s pretty.”
“Thanks,” I said. I tested my limits. What if he did remember me? “Remember that time we went to the trampoline park in the fourth grade? And you spewed everywhere because you had pizza before?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “How do you know about that??”
“We were best friends in the fourth grade, remember?”
He looked at me weirdly. “I barely even know you.”
“But . . . don’t you remember? We used to pull pranks on the teachers and we’d skip detention to get pizza. And your mom used to give us those healthy ice pops and we threw them at your sister’s boyfriend? And when it started snowing, we made a snowwoman and named her Frosty the Snowgirl? Don’t you remember?? We were best friends!”
He kept giving me that strange look. “That was all with Alex.”
I didn’t want my former best friend to see me cry. “I gotta go.” I sped away to the girls’ bathroom.
“Wait, Kira!”
I didn’t wait.
How could my dad hurt me like this?
How could he do this to me?
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