She reaches her hand out a passes me something a bracelet I think to myself.
"You can use it for the day." She says firmly in a friendly voice.
For the day? I ask myself clinging onto the bracelet, Is that all our friendship means? At the end of the day I slip the bracelet under my shirt sleeve hoping you wont notice- you don't notice. I repeat to myself, is that all our friendship means? I feel guilty for holding onto it but I keep thinking about it. At night I laid down thinking about the day, I clung onto the bracelet once again. I will sleep with it so I don't lose it, I think to myself wondering if you will be mad when I give it b