Welcome Home“Welcome home, how was your day?” He asked me, looking up from his notebook with a slight smile.
That smile was one that made you feel welcome and safe upon seeing it, and I was lucky enough that I got to see it every day. I never saw him smile the same way at anyone else, except maybe Natalia a few times.
“I didn’t like it, Sarah doesn’t make any sense when she talks. She doesn’t know anything about what she tries to talk about.” I answered, setting my backpack down on the couch without bothering to return the question.
Sarah was the closest thing to a friend I had at the time, at least at my school. She was a very nice girl but she was rather obnoxious. She didn’t think before she spoke, which may I add, she did rather often. Our conversations were always one-sided because getting a word in was nearly impossible with her. Her knowledge on every subject she spoke about was extremely limited and even in class, it seemed she couldn’t