What I Could Do Differently
The cafeteria lights always seem to hum a little louder than usual. Today, it sounded like a chorus of crickets chirping in my ears. Everyone else seemed to be buzzing with energy, laughing and chatting, while I was picking at my mashed potatoes. Again. Sabrina was there. Effortlessly cool as always. Her hair was in that perfect messy bun, and she was surrounded by a group of giggling girls. They all seemed so sure of themselves. Like they knew exactly who they were and where they were going. I felt like a ghost. Invisible. Like I was blending into the background like a bad watercolor painting. And then, Dave sat down. With his kind eyes and that infectious laugh, he talked about the school play. His face lighting up with enthusiasm. For a moment, I forgot to feel self-conscious. I actually enjoyed talking to him. Something shifted inside me then. Maybe I could be more like Sabrina. Of course, not by copying her. But by finding my own ...