Guilt

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Friday quickly changed the subject "Anyway, I'm guessing hearing that all her aunts' uncles and cousins was the last straw for you Susan. So you pretended to brake your ankle. Hoping that it would be a good enough excuse for you to miss being in the play."

Susan nodded shamefully "I'm sorry." She whispered staring at the ground. Tears glistened in her eyes. A small droplet glided down her check and fell onto the surface of the floor, leaving a small water mark in its place. Trea looked up at Susan, a hard lump formed her in her stomach. It felt like something was weighing her down. Trea recalled how her mother use to tell her that guilt can add an extra 40 pounds to whoever conceals it, and the only way to dissolve it was to face it. For someone who desperately tried to maintain 1% body fat this terrified Trea.

"No, I'm sorry I shouldn't have been so rude to you" Trea said running up to Susan and giving her a hug. Everyone was shocked, this was a side to Trea they'd never seen before. It wasn't even fake!

"Yeah, sorry Susan" Patel said, jumping onto the train of apologies while he could "You're a brilliant dancer. I was just trying to avoid getting into trouble with the FOGHORN (he gestured to Trea) by pushing the blame to you." He slowly lifted his hand up for a petty hi-five. Susan returned it graciously.

"And I'm sorry as well, for saying that you weren't good enough to play the lead roll" Mira winged, giving Susan a hug "I was wrong, you faked that ankle injury beautiful."

"Ivan" Colin snapped.

"What do I have to apologize for" He groaned.

"Your existence" Trea snapped, glaring at him from over her shoulder.


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