As Melonie and I keep walking and talking, I decide to ask her some questions.
"Soooo, why did te run away from home anyway?"
I ask her. She just shrugs.
"It's a pretty long story." Melonie says with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Oh. Well, if te don't mind me asking, were you, I don't know, feeling like an outcast. Cause, te know, I. Was." Melonie asks.
I'm not confessing anything to this girl but, I've got to make her feel comfortable in telling me something. "Yeah. I know who te are." Oh snap! What if she really does know who I am?! I'd be in deep, deep trouble!