Dancing on Eggshells

This is the part when I'm lonely and turn to an idiot for help

I told Tammy Bryn everything. I think her jaw was close to hitting the ground by the time I finished , but she was able to give me advice that I'm planning to use today at school.

• Think about how much more safe Celeste is. She could have killed herself if I hadn't called my dad.
• Winona and Violet just need some time to cool down and think.
•Kayden is just the first boy. If he was a true boyfriend, he wouldn't stood up for me instead of dumping me.
•Stop using Lana the Dog as someone to talk to and talk to my parents who love me very much and care way too much.
•Stop watching basic porn (it's not porn, it's Skins! It's an interesting and intense show!) I don't watch porn and I never will.
•Only take fifteen drops of rescue drops every morning and night to avoid falling asleep in class.
•Make (ew) new (ew) friends (ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew)

I'm going to do it though, I'm going to go up to someone at lunch (which is right now) and make a new friend who is also lonely. Tammy also gave me her number and I'm going to text her about my progress. If I don't text her, she'll text me. This means I'm kind of stuck doing this so I don't disappoint Tammy.
I'm wondering how different my new so-called friend will be to Winona and Violet and everyone else.
Will they find my obsession with eggs but my phobia of chickens weird?
My habit of scowling whenever I see a girl wearing a bra for a shirt and a boy wearing saggy pants?
My humor not as funny as I think?
Maybe this is not a good idea. Maybe this is the worst idea in the entire history of ideas.
I don't think I can do this as I stand at the doors of the cafeteria.
Maybe I should just-
"Oreo!"
I swing around to see Anwar standing behind me. If you don't remember him then I'll remind you that he's the weird kid who accidentally came into my Advanced English Class and got the news confused with Homeland.
He's just staring at me with his cute, elementary school backpack on his shoulders and his Anwar is in the America! t-shirt.
"It's Keoria". I tell him as he stares at me.
With his wide and idiotic smile on his stupid face, he raises his hand as if he wants me to shake it.
"I'm Anwar Bellonbarber".
"I know".
"How"?
"You've told me like 6000 times and we're in the same math class".
"Oh, I folget".
I look at Anwar and pity him for his pure stupidity and lack of English grammar. Maybe this is a sign.
Is Anwar the friend that has been sent to me?
"Um, how are you"? I ask him.
"Oh, I'm gooooood".
"Cool".
"How is youl life"?
"Terrible".
"That's gooooood".
Shame, he's so clueless.
"Anwar", I begin, "do you want to come over to my place after school? To work on some homework?"
I attempt to sound kind and generous. I also attempt to sound clear due to Anwar's lacking English vocabulary.
"Wolkhome? You want me to come and join youl wolk home"? He asks, confused as hell.
"No, homework. I just want you to come back to my house so we can become...friends".
"By us wolking machines"?
"No, math homework!"
"Oh, wow! I also have math homework!"
"Yes, we're in the same class".
"Mr Blackley is your Math teacher "?
"Yes".
"He also mine! Wow, dat amazeballs"
"It really isn't".
He just stares at me with his stupid expression on his face and his perfect straight teeth...that actually look fake.
"Are we fliend now", Anwar asks, "I do not have fliend before".
It was like he was trying to make me feel guilty.
"Yes, we are friends". I groan.
He smiles so widely and naturally that I get an impression he's about to have a stroke. Instead , he pulls me into the tightest hug I've ever experienced in my entire life. We're basically the same height so his whole body is hugging me like a straight jacket.
"Fliend! Fliend ! Fliend! Fliend!" Anwar chants.

As I walk home with Anwar with my arms crossed over my chest and my shoes stomping on the ground due to my anxiety taking over my muscles and limbs nowadays, I wonder if I made the right choice. I wonder this because Anwar will literally not shut up.
"I 'member when my sister Berry and me were still in Agrag and my mommy tell me that we need ta learn how ta read. I ask Mommy if she want ta teach me and she say no. So I take Berry and me and we go to lady in shack 'closs da stleet. I 'member de' legend af de' lady 'closs de' stleet".
"What's the legend then"? I almost huff.
"Do not know legend"?
"You just said that you know the damn legend!"
"No, do you know legend"?
"No, I'm not from Agrag".
"But you have dark skin".
"I really don't".
"You don't look like other very white girls".
"Because I'm not very white, I have olive skin".
He then takes a breath so he can carry on moving his motor mouth.
"Do you want to 'ear legend"?
"Not really".
"Okay, I tell!"
He clears his throat.
"De lady 'closs stleet is very very very very very old-"
"Then how is she still alive"?
"'Cuz she is legend!"
I roll my eyes and carry on listening.
"'De lady is so old dat she was in Wold War 100!"
"I think you mean Wold War 1".
"No! My countly always having war. We on Wold War 6000 at moment".
"I don't think it's a World War because it's only your country-"
"Back to the legend!" Anwar declares. "De' lady is very wise old woman. Dat is why when she was young lady in Wold War 100, she see a vision come to hel in de head. She see dat sacrifice is needed in orlder for Agrag to win de war. So she go to place where guns and bombs being exploded and walk through there and get shot in both her eyes!"
"Oh my god!" I cry.
"She live. She even live up to this day. She losing ear strong but she is fighter".
Anwar clears his throat again.
"My sister Berry and I go to lady in shack and we ask hel to teach us to read".
"That's impossible!" I cry. "The woman is blind! The only thing she can possibility teach you is brail!"
"Listen, Oreo!"
I sigh.
"She teach us to read and we learn all about her time in the war. We learn about how she soon began walking through so many wal zones that she become bulletproof!"
"Anwar, does your fairytale ever end"? I ask.
"It is not failytale! It is so true that I swealr to Mafusa!"
"You mean Simba's father in The Lion King"?
"No! Mafusa is me lord!"
"You mean your lord is from a Disney movie"?
"No! No!"
Suddenly, Anwar is on his knees on the pavement, my house only a short block away.
"Anwar,what the fuck are you doing"? I ask.
Suddenly, his back is leaned and his arms are stretched across the pavement. It almost looks like he's doing some dumb yoga move. I look up to see two boys that must be in middle school crossing the road and pointing and giggling at Anwar. Especially since he's singing now.
"Ayyyyyyyy semenia!" Anwar sings.
"Anwar, what are you doing?!" I yell.
"Shhh", he says from his yoga position, "I am singing plays to Mafusa".
"No! You're singing a song from the damn Lion King!"
With my eyes rolling like a wheel of an angry driver, I watch Anwar as he 'preys'.