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The Secret
It's scary when you know something no one else knows. I see her face, I know why she's sad, but something holds me back and I can't talk to her and let her know it's going to be okay. Knowledge is power, but I wish I didn't know her secret. I want to ask her if she is okay, but she would think I'm weird for even asking at all because we have never really talked before. She sits, quietly working on her homework with a serious face. Why do I have to be the one to know that underneath her strong facade she is just a scared, helpless little girl who has lost her innocense? She'd never tell me what was wrong because we aren't friends. Her head is down. Is she thinking about her secret? I wish I could help her through this, but I can't. Her friends chatter about homework next to her as she rests her tired head on her crossed arms. Do they know her secret like me?
