Butterflies erupt in my stomach, my mouth is dry, my palms are sweaty, my breathing is erratic. She is standing right down the hall. I want to tell her what really is going on. I want her to know why he's acting differently, but I don't want to lose a friend. I turn away and try my best to make it down the hall before she spots me. I'm too late. She's spotted me and is yelling my name. Her blonde hair bouncy as ever. I turn and wait for her plastering on a smile so she won't see how uncomfortable I am. She's upset with me. She thinks I've been avoiding her. I have. She starts engaging in small talk. Then she addresses the elephant in the room. She wants to know why I think her boyfriend has been acting so strange these last few days. I know why, but I don't want to tell her. If I do I might lose a friend and hurt another. I panic and stutter and finally just give up and say "I don't know". Maybe he's just having an off day. She can see right through that. We've been friends for ten years. She knows when I'm not telling the truth. She begs and pleads for me to tell her. So I do. He's been cheating on her for months now. She slaps me and yells at me about how she doesn't believe me. Then she runs away and she runs out of my life. That day I not only lost two friends, but I also hurt one of my best friends. They have been together for two years now. Whenever they see me all they do is glare. I guess high school does that to you.
Be positive, patient, and persistent!-Lauren
