My school is doing a winter festival, which involves Christmas activities, the school chorus singing Christmas songs, students in my school performing in MAPA doing a scene from their play from last month, and a fundraiser. Serenity was surprised at the fact that the school I’m at has a festival, as for her and Kody’s school, the next winter activity isn’t until the pep rally in February. Lakeside Middle is so different from the town-name school that a lot of my friends go to. My friend from Legoswego, Anna, said that she misses me. But I lowkey miss her too. And I don’t want to admit it, but I find Anna kind of pretty. Not kind of pretty, Really pretty. I mean, I know she wears a bit of light makeup, but I’m assuming that she doesn’t even look that different without makeup. I don’t care that Anna is deaf, I’ll be the Nate to Anna’s Ollie. Wait, that was kind of dumb. I don’t know why I thought that. Kinda rude once I thought about it. I walked around the streets of Beverly Road, Serenity’s neighborhood, until I met a blonde girl with dyed pink hair that was in a slightly long pixie cut that at least didn’t make her look like a boy, and amber eyes. She had a lot of energy, but she looked more frail than I. “Hey! What’s your name? Mine’s Ava! Ava Morgan!” “Florian McPowell,” I reply with dignity, but Serenity told me about her. She described Ava with pigtails. “I don’t know if it’s rude, but how come your hair is so short?” I spit out by accident, closing my eyes out of fear. I then hear Ava chuckle and reply, “It’s because of a mental condition.” I open my eyes. “Mental condition…?” “Yeah. It’s called trichotillomania. It’s where I pull out my hair when stressed, and a lot of my hair breaks off,” Ava looked sad as she mentioned losing her hair. I felt empathy as I couldn’t afford losing my own. “I can tell your hair meant a lot to you. Hopefully you get your hair back,” but deep down, Ava is so dang lucky to dye her own hair and her parents accept that.
