All she ever wanted was to belong. She sat on the monkey bars, her heart beating thunderously, waiting for what would come next. The atmosphere had changed but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Something was amiss. The other girls were treating her differently. The whispers and snickering made her uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to broach the subject. It didn’t matter. Nona knew that something bad was going to happen soon.
Nona was very nervous at school the next day. She still had the unnerving feeling that drama was coming. Focus in class was challenging at best. Cynthia kept eyeing her in class and she didn’t know why. What did I do? Did I say something wrong to her? Her last encounter with Cynthia was when she and the girls were on the playground the day before she started having the nervous feeling. She finally settled that what was going to happen was going to happen.