the circle

I am cute, not the cutest. She has long dark hair, a flat nose like mine, but not like me. She is pretty, I am cute. She is tall, I am small. She talks a lot, I can't talk a lot because even though I want to, I can't talk too much. Diverting the story that I don't know about made me quiet, silent. Am I alone here? Where are they? Oh yeah, they left me because I was too slow to walk. Hahaha, it's fine, but one thing hit me. Should I chase them? Or should I stay and wait until they notice that I am not there? *Ting* My phone; my mom, "Go home, it's getting dark." My mom, not my friend.",