She felt different.

She always had, but on this particular night, she could almost touch it. And the fun thing is, she felt good, before the exact moment where all the weight of her difference came down on her shoulders.
She walked among crowds, looking at people, something she loved to do, for many reasons. And she felt it. She wasn't walking hand in hand with a boy, or in a group of friends... She was with her parents... and she liked it. She had always liked going out with her parents, because, unlike most people around her, who usually complained about theirs (most with a very good reason to do so) she liked her parents most of the time, and they meant a lot to her.
She didn't really regret not being with a crowd, cause if she were to put together all the people she'd really loved as friends throught her life, she wouldn't really have a crowd, and that didn't matter to her, she was a quality over quantity girl... besides, some friends of her were very different, and they spoke to different sides of her. But she rarely went out with her friends... and she missed that.. she made a mental note to do so more often.
She did, however, miss being with a boy. The little things, like walking ahead (she walked fast) and looking back and stretching your hand, or if you wanted to be cute, your pinkie finger, and have a boy reach out to lock his with hers. The kisses... Being kissed recently brought back the memories of just how much she loved to kiss, and how much she got out of it, and she always remembered being amazed at the fact that boys wanted to kiss her. Talking while holding hands... She just got a brief taste of things she'd forgotten, and that came back to haunt her, specially everytime she saw a boy and a girl together. The silences... Those were something definitive... she missed when she could be silent with someone and didn't feel compelled to fill that silence, like she felt most of the time, around most people.
The good thing was, she didn't feel like she was about to crumble, or like she was alone, or like she was somehow defective. She felt sad, but she knew she'd go on as she always did, even though she had a few missing pieces... ok, maybe a lot of missing pieces.
She remembered a vision she had that morning, she was going to her school and saw this big, colorful, wild scene in her mind. It had animals and plants, all exuberant, colorful and amazingly beautiful around an empty white space, shaped like a person, a boy, actually. It came to her suddenly, and she inmediatly thought that it reminded it of herself, and laughed at her own craziness.
If life was like a movie, she'd find that boy and be happy, and you'd get a romantic movie.
But see, in this movie that's life, we don't get the script, and we each choose the scenes we'll remember.