Don't you forget about me 7

"Hello, may I speak to Brook?" Jennifer asked.
"May I ask who this is?" Brook's mother asked.
"It's Jennifer. Brook and I used to be good friends in elementary school. I used to come over quite often. You were so kind to me as always," Jennifer responded.
"Jennifer. It's lovely to hear from you. Brook unfortunately is very sick today."
"I'm sorry. Can you tell her I called?"
"Of course."

I don't understand why Kevin is so obsessed with Brook. It's unhealthy though, I understand that. I just don't want him to get hurt. He doesn't have many friends and not many people are going to defend him. Maybe he's trying to prove something, not quite sure what. Maybe I treat him too much like a kid.

All of us used to be friends at Champagne elementary school. No one really seemed to care what someone else looked like. Then, boys hit the picture and being cool as opposed to not being cool. We became separated over time, like streams of water finding their own course, their own vein. Kevin and other Asians, they look so exotic to me, like an exotic cat or something. I guess it's not easy being a foreigner, but I'm Jewish. Jews became a part of American society. Have we lost something divine and dear in the process? As Kevin says, I don't know, I don't know. More and more I wonder though, will things become separated more and more. Oil and water separate. Everything finds its own level. Is this the way of the world?

Brook and I were like best friends. She used to dress me up like I was a doll or something. We used to talk about how odd our parents were, how they said things differently. We wanted to create a language that was just for young girls, a kind of littlechatterature. We didn't like the fact that they understood what we were saying. Then one day, in fourth grade, we were no longer friends. Her parents no longer wanted me at their house. She became colder somehow and started hanging out with the more popular kids. Then in middle school, she became the center of the athletic and cool crowd, avoiding the likes of me and others. It was a hard lesson to take. Now what?

It's hard to know the future. Things happen for a reason I suppose.