Whatever happened to so and so?

People disappear from our lives whether we want them to or not. I’ve shoved some out of mine. They didn’t deserve my friendship. Others have slipped away. They moved on in their lives to new venues that I’m unaware of. These are people who don’t have facebook.  I never had nor wanted their phone numbers.  I just experienced them for a limited time.  One particular person comes to mind.

When I was in high school, I would catch the bus. The group that caught the bus would always change but there were two constants, myself and my oldest friend. My oldest friend did not attend the same high school as I but if I recall correctly her bus stop was the same as mine. If she decides to comment on this, perhaps she can help me to remember better.

There was a girl at our bus stop. She was strange. She had a mustache. She had long brown hair and was large. She lacked social skills. When she talked, she could go on and on. She was very annoying. I don’t think she had many friends. She considered me her friend.  She used to sit next to me on my bus ride and talk to me about anime. She loved that stuff more than anything. I mentioned it once in passing conversation and from that day on she wouldn’t stop talking to me. She was an artist. The others on the bus would make fun of her.

Where is she now? Whatever happened to that annoying girl from the bus stop? I always thought there was something off about her. When she spoke, she spoke way too loud like she hadn’t ever learned to use inside voices. She was bad at reading people and knowing when to stop. I loved it when she graduated since she was in the year earlier than I was. Just another thing that made my senior year of high school, the best year. I do still wonder how a person like her functions in the real world. What has she been up to? Did she go to college and move on to bother other people? Does she have a job?

She was a pain to be around and I wouldn’t have considered her my friend, but I still want to know what’s happened to her. I don’t know why I care, but I do.

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