“Why do people always ask you why do you read so much”, I ask.

“I don’t know”, she say.

“Then what do you tell them?”, I ask

“To understand”, she said looking up from the book she was reading. Her blue eyes mesmerizing. It looked like she new something I didn’t.

“To understand what?”, I ask her while getting down on the floor next to her.

“Everything”, she say looking me in the eyes but just as fast looking away from me. Locking out in the distance.

“What do you mean? You understand a lot right?”, I say with a concerned voice. I have known her fro about four years know. I know she is a bit strange and that she does whatever she wants to do. Still, its hard to believe that the cleverest person I know don’t understand.

“No, I don’t understand the words that are written and what is so special about them. You know, how one word can have different meaning depending on how you say it or like how if you say a word with that tone in your voice it means that you are sarcastic, or how you’re supposed to know what a text means just by reading it and color association and feelings with colors. I just don’t get it. But I want to. I want to Alec, but it’s hard.”, she said looking away the entire time.

“I see. Then, don’t you think you got some brain problem like dyslexia or something?”, I say trying not to sound like a total moron who don’t know anything. She looks into my eyes again. Then looks away again. I don’t know what she is looking at. Something tells me I don’t want to know.

“Well. Uhm, you see, I know something.”, she says looking a little bit worried. Almost as if she don’t know if she can trust me.

“You can trust me”, I say moving in front of her. She sighs.

“Have I ever told you the story when I got a concussion when I was six?”, she says looking into my eyes.

“No! You got a concussion! What the actually hell Trix!”, I scream. She puts her hands in front of my mouth.

“Dude! Don’t scream.” She says almost whispering the last bit.

“How can you not have told me that?”, I ask her looking her straight in the eyes. She looks away.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t think, okey.”, she says looking up to the ceiling.

“Then tell me. I wanna know”, I say moving closer. A teacher walks by and opens the classroom door.

“i’ll tell you another time. You have to go to class.”, she says while she stands up. She gives me a hand. I grab it and gets up. I look her into her eyes.

“You too.”, I say grabbing her arm. She just looks away.

“No. I don’t belong.”, she says trying to get her arm back from my grip.

“You know you have to. Just go with me this once and you might maybe even enjoy it.”, I say.

“No I can’t. I’m sorry.”, she says. I let go of her arm. She bends down and grabs her book. She looks me once more in the eyes.

“I’m sorry”, she says and walks away. I stare at her back until she disappeared around a corner. I walk into the classroom.