I’m Not Brave
Lindsey finally spoke.
“You know,” she said,
(and her voice is nothing
like I had expected it to sound)
“I don’t understand this school.
Or anyone in it. It’s like they’re all
watching, waiting.” She turned to me,
curled her hair behind her ear,
suddenly shy again.
“Exactly,” I said, and I wanted to say
something else, but Lindsey babbled on
like she was dying to say this stuff.
“Like Amanda and Maddy and their
notebook. When you took it, you should
have destroyed it. Why didn’t you?”
I couldn’t quite manage to say,
Because I’m not brave.