Ah, Girl Luke. Maddie inclined her head in a greeting when the other girl caught her attention. She'd helped Luke do a few things for April back before she started walking on crutches, but hadn't done much since then. Maddie always felt useless when it came to helping someone who was injured. She was always afraid she'd accidentally do something that hurt them even more.
“For the moment,” Maddie responded, taking her darts and resuming her seat on the table. “People come and go. Some are probably still eating lunch, too.” Normal conversation, whatever that meant, wasn't a favorite of hers either.
Part of her wanted to tell April to go away, to leave her alone so that she could resume her self-inflicted solitude punishment. The other part of her, the sympathetic part, didn't want to make the girl with crutches walk any more than she needed to.
I don't want to talk to anyone. Shouldn't talk to anyone, she thought sullenly, turning her attention back to the dart board. It had been a long time since she'd voluntarily spent time by herself, but she was too ashamed of what she'd done.
April wasn't too bad company, though. She wanted to like the girl, both for Luke's sake and her brother's. April's mind worked in a strange way, though. Maddie hadn't quite figured her out yet.