Article June 14, 2010 Issue

Friends again!

Lauren

It was Monday morning recess. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl, a friend of mine, chatting to a boy in our class who was not always nice. Another friend noticed where I was looking and dragged me into the bathroom and explained that this boy was going to ask me out and humiliate me. It was all because the girl was under the impression that I'd told a secret to lots of people, and she wanted to get back at me. I asked my friend how she knew. She admitted that their whole planning had happened on Facebook. I was devastated.

When the boy did ask me out in the lunch queue, I looked him in the eye and said, "No." Then I turned to the onlookers and said specifically to the girl who had planned the joke that I knew it was a joke and I hadn't told any secrets. She shrugged, then buried herself in the crowd. I wanted to talk to her, but others in my class, afraid the conversation might get intense, held me back.

When I got home, I told my mom what had happened. I was distraught. I couldn't understand why this girl had done this to me. Also, I wished the person who I knew actually had told the secret had spoken up.