"Classmate!"

Bonney Mae tugs at the sleeve of your sweater, and when you turn around she's clutching a notebook to her chest. You and Bonney Mae share several classes, and she always sticks around you for some odd reason.

"Notes?" She points to the notebook. "Help? Will you help me?" She always wants your help. Bonney once told you that she doesn't need to go to college, but she wants to. She wants friends. She wants you to be her friend.

"Please?" She blinks her big eyes at you, hopeful.