#64, Wana Chiu.

Wana, you were my best (and only?) friend in fourth grade. We had just moved to Alameda (in the middle of the night, after my mom left my dad) that year and i was jumping in to a new school. You were so quiet, even more than me. You had long black hair and mumbled when you talked, but you were just the sweetest thing. Your family lived across town from mine, and whenever i was at your house we were always eating Peeps.
Once, during lunchtime, we sat against the wall of the school, at the edge of the playground, and some boys threw a basketball at the wall in between us as we ate our sandwiched, just for kicks, but there was one missed throw and your nose was bleeding. You ran inside.
You were also there when i jumped from the swings at the park near my house and my shirtsleeve got caught in the chain; i was flung awkwardly to and fro while gravity did the rest of its job. The swing dragged me backwards through the sand, which ground into my gums and went up my nose. Where are you these days? Do you look out from behind your curtain of hair?