What does it mean to be a true friend?
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I slammed my hand against my alarm clock as I rolled over. I opened my eyes to see the clock. 5:00 is what it read. Great, time to get ready for school. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, brushed my teeth. You know, all that morning stuff. Then, I went to my closet.
"Hmmm," I hummed.
Which outfit to choose? I grabbed my favorite outfit. White off the shoulder top with white skinny jeans that had sparkles on the back and right thigh. I put on minimal make-up, and stood in front of my full length mirror. Aww I look so cute.
Then I headed downstairs.
I headed off to school like a normal day. I met up with Paysley and Stephiny. It was just another normal day at Westworth High, or so we thought.
We walked into school, went to our lockers, got our books, and waited for the bell to ring.
As we were walking to class a black outline of a person showed up in front of us. We didn't think anything of it until he pulled out a gun.
His deep dark blue eyes stared into mine.
"I thought you were going to join us?" he groaned.
I didn't know how to answer, instead I fell to the ground crying in a puddle of my friend's blood.
They said they wouldn't do it, yet here we are. I hear the shots firing around me. I'm terrified. My eyes are watering.
I thought I knew my friends better than this.
When they were texting me that night I thought it was some kind of joke. I didn't think it was going to really happen. I especially thought it was a joke when they kept saying haha.
I knew should have told somebody. I just didn't want to break my friendship.
I always thought I knew what it meant to be a true friend. Evidently I don't.
