I had tripped. I had broke my leg recently and managed to trip. And I thought I was being careful to.
"A-are you alright?" A boy asked, holding out his hand.
I replied with a yes, taking it and pried myself up.
I grabbed my crutches and thanked him. He seemed quite flustered. I shook it off.
That eleven years ago. By now, I had obviously forgotten his face by now. The only remembered characteristic is his black hair. I do believe it was Samuel though, and Jacob says we have a crush on each other.
I think it's Samuel at least. I mean, he was the first to reach out to me the next day in preschool. And then he introduced me to Jacob and everyone else. I was an outcast before, but no one acknowledged it, and have seemed to forgotten. It's fine though. Life's not as bad as it used to be.
"What'cha thinkin' bout' Kara?" Samuel asked, stopping my train of thought.
"Nothing."
"Then how are you alive?" Jacob cut in.
I shrugged.
"It's that again, isn't it?" Sam sighed.
I stayed silent for a moment.
"Don't know what'cha talking about."
Jacob flicked my forehead.
"What's that for you meanie!?"
The tallest boy chuckled and I kept whining to him.
Though, Samuel was right.

---

I sighed.
"You alright Jacob?" Kara asked. It was a Monday, and none of us had talked since Friday due to things. What things? Not sure. I was being lazy and played games. Sam had another family get together, and Kara went to visit her aunt the entire weekend.
"Nope."
"Why's that?"
I sighed.
"Cause I was lonely. Ever thought about that?"
"Oh, sorry."
"It's fine."
Kara looked around.
"Is Sam nearby?"
I shook my head and she was relieved.
"He's in class, dummy. Did you forget?" She pouted.
"Just making sure."
A few seconds later she had started talking about him again. It hurt me that she hasn't realized it yet. To be honest, I don't think she ever will. It was fine though. As long as she's happy. I was used to it by now anyways. As much as Samuel is a good friend, I can't but help feel jealous for him sometimes. Scratch that 99% of the time. He's all she really talks about. Other than her shows and cats.
It's fine though.
The bell had rung and we split. She the noticed Samuel and went towards him.
I ignored it.
In preschool, Sam and I both had black hair, with Kara being a cute lil' red head, or whatever color it is. In middle school, Sam had dyed his hair to a carmel-ly tan color or something. I'm not good with colors.
Honestly, the only reason I haven't dyed my hair yet is due to a stupid dying hope. A hope that she will remember.
But she won't.
If I tell her, she'll break.
She's sensitive.
If she realizes that it was really me and not Samuel, she'll think she's dumb, and I don't want her to doubt herself.
I know her.
I know she will.
I know she cares though. After all. . .

I was the first to reach out to her.

I should forget about it though. She won't know it's me.