Wendy Smith

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9/5/2021 12:37pm


Dear diary,

Yesterday I made a friend in my Practical Psychic Philosophy class. His name is Zac. When I walked in the room, there were no other seats, so I had to sit next to him.

He looked kinda judgy at my hair, and I was thinking, oh no, is he one of those people that is against colored hair for some reason? Will I have to sit next to him all year? And then he stared at my backpack all judgy, too. It was the red one with little pink cupcakes I've had forever. The look on his face- I knew in that moment I was done for on my first day. I would sit next to him all year, and every day him and all his friends would call me bleach hair and throw trash at me and beat me up after class and I'd have to drop out and I'd spend my life living under a bridge eating canned beans this can't be happening-

Then he smiled. He has a nice smile. I mean, who doesn't? Their real smiles, I mean. But lots of people hide their real, happy smiles, so you get a lot of bad smiles out there. More like grimaces. But he looked... so happy! So genuinely happy! I was floored.

He said, "I like your hair." When you have unusual hair, you get a lot of compliments on it. You also get a lot of, 'Wow, it's so... blue...' comments from people who think you can't tell they want to go at your head with a lawnmower. But his compliment was different. It seemed like it wasn't something he said to be nice, or because it was the elephant in the room, or as a gateway to a conversation. He said it because he meant it. I thought it was sweet.

"Thanks, I like your shirt." I said. And I did! I do! It had the Welcome to Nightvale logo on it.

"Yeah? You listen to it?" He asked.
"Yeah. I like supernatural junk. Well," I said, waving my hand around, "obviously, since it's my life."

He laughed. Angels cried in joy.

"I do too. I'm Zac, Zac Brown." He held out his hand. Oh my God he held out his hand. The realization just hit me like a bus. I touched his hand. I'll end this quick so I can go cry.

I took his hand. It felt like electricity was flowing through my veins. And not because he was using one of those joke-shock buttons. He would never.

"I'm Wendy, Wendy Smith."

Did you know that some of the most common last names are things like Smith, Fletcher, and Farmer because they were occupations? In that moment, I didn't. I think he does. I'll have to ask. Yes! Something to bring up next time I see him!

"Nice to meet you, Wendy." He smiled. He shook my hand. I was hooked. I still am hooked. Oh God, on the first day? Wendy, what ARE you doing?