Short story - Jamila turned and walked away. I knew I had lost a friend

I am not good with quotation marks and dialogue. I really don't know how to do that stuff. So I wrote the Jamilastory but I didn't put in any talking, its just a straight story. Plzzzz someone tell me if this is any good and if you like it!

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I was not one of those people who made friends easily. In fact, it was very hard for me to make friends. Somehow I never really fit in. To make matters worse, my family was always moving. We never stayed anywhere for too long, so I was always the new child in school and in class.

In the last move to this new school, I was having my lunch alone as usual, when she came up to me and started talking. She said her name was Jamila and she noticed that I was always alone, she wanted to know why.

I didn’t have any answers for her, but I don’t think she really wanted one either. I think she just wanted to talk to me. Oh boy Jamila could talk! We were like night and day. If I didn’t talk, that was okay because she would talk for the two of us. And I liked her a lot, she was my best friend. She would keep me company for lunch, walk home with me after school, and call me on the phone to chat.

We talked about the books I liked to read, and the celebrity magazines she loved. She dared me to be brave and go running in the rain with her, I never had so much fun. Sometimes on our outings, she would drag along another friend of hers, Brian. He was a good-looking boy who was quiet like me. Somehow, Brian and I clicked. Silently we would both listen to Jamila chatter on while exchanging glances with each other.

One day, Jamila noticed us gazing at each other and suddenly she stopped talking. The next day when I saw her, Jamila told me that she was in love with Brian. That he was special to her and she hoped I would respect her relationship with him. She wanted me to stop talking to him, stop being friends with him and to completely ignore him in the future.

My heart stopped, I knew I could not do that. As much as Jamila was my dear friend, Brian stirred feelings in me that I wanted to explore, with him. Looking into my eyes, Jamila knew my answer. She knew the choice that I had made. Jamila slowly stood up, and began to gather her books from the table where we were sitting. For once, there were no words or smiles. There was no talking. And just like that, it was over. Jamila turned and walked away. I knew then, that I had lost a friend.