So I should be telling you my side of what happened on Friday. Kat's not posting hers until I do mine. I have like 1/8 of it done, but I don't know, I feel.
Yes. I have feelings, and I'm really emotional about everything that happened. I feel like my friendship with Kat is jeopardized, even though on the walk to the buses everything was pretty much back to normal.
I feel scarred. Emotionally. I really want to talk to Kat, but she isn't responding to my emails, and I got my phone taken away forever ago, but that's a different story for a different time. I really wish she would respond to my emails...
Bianca's really done a number on me. She's had me questioning everything that happened last Friday. I have to stick with what I believe happened, though.
Bianca told Kat that I said stuff that I didn't. She could have ruined our friendship! Do you understand how scary that is? To know that your friendship can be ruined by someone who isn't you? It's terrifying. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to find out if Kat and I's friendship is falling apart or if its held together by super glue.
But I have to. The suspense would kill me if I don't go. Plus, if I don't go then she can hold it over my head. She can say that I can't face my own fears. She can plant more lies into other people until I'm left alone.
It's probably my weakness. Being alone. That's a scary thought. While I sit here, I'm literally terrified. If she tries something tomorrow I know I will burst into tears. That even if I KNOW I'm right, that I will give into her. I haven't cried in front of her so far this year. I don't want to.
I just have to hope that Kat and I's friendship is stronger than the lies that Bianca told. I have been questioning it all weekend, but I will find out tomorrow.
I'll probably upload my side of what happened on Friday tomorrow as well. Maybe then you will understand why I was so terrified today. Or you will laugh and say the whole thing was a stupid thing to be worried over. Whatever. I still have snakes twisting in my stomach. I think it's one of those poisonous ones too. Maybe I'll be sick, then I can skip Wednesday. 😕😶😰😥😢😞
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Não FicçãoMy names Delia. I know not really the right way to start off a story, but I believe my story revolves a lot around it. You see so much has happened since I entered sixth grade, that I couldn't let it go undocumented. So this is my story along with m...
