Ruthie has to admit, Edna was surprisingly fast for a nerd girl that never once entered a gym. If she hadn't put her all into chasing her down, then she would've definitely lost her once they left the school.
Ruthie tried calling out for a friend more than once and even gasped in shock when the little ginger sprinted through moving traffic.
She almost lost her then but just barely managed to keep up. Eventually they came to a stop in the forest not too far from the school. It was easy to spot Edna among the greenery too as her hair clashed among the shrubbery.
"Edna...?" Ruthie breathed, slightly out of breath.
"Why?" she heard her speak. "Why didn't you work? Why did you fail me?"
The taller girl was confused for a moment before she realized that her teary-eyed friend was in fact talking to her toy gun. She must have put all her hopes into it. The last time she'd seen Edna cry over one of her inventions was when her homemade toaster blew up.
"Ed...?" Ruthie tried again.
The sniffling grew louder. "Why can't something go right for me, for once? Now I'll be an even bigger laughingstock than before."
Ruthie hated it when her friend put herself down, but after that little display in the hall she couldn't deny that the nerd girl's life was only going to get a whole lot harder.
Hearing the crunch of leaves made Edna snap her head towards the source. There stood Ruthie looking more concerned than she'd ever seen her. More tears began to flow down her cheeks as she looked back down towards her failed invention.
It was supposed to be her magnum opus. Her personal instrument of retribution. Something that would help her regain control of her life and it had failed her.
Anger overrode sadness for a moment, and she would her arm back with a snarl, determined to smash her failure against a tree but hesitated. Her arm was shaking yet it wouldn't move forward. She was gripping the gun so tight her knuckles were turning white.
She lowered her arm back down and fell to her knees, defeated. As she sat down in a pool of depression and tears, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, bringing her into a warm embrace.
"It's okay." Ruthie whispered. "It'll be okay."
No, it wouldn't. Edna knew this was just more fuel to add on top of the dumpster fire that was her life. She sobbed even harder, this time into Ruthie's shoulder.
"Why can't I have this one thing?" she slurred through her tears.
Ruthie didn't answer. She didn't know what to say. It always appeared as if the world was out to get her bestie. She had a shit father, a horrible bully, and a useless best friend.
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