I'm the reason she is crying

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I have to say that whole standing up to Kali thing was hard. It was hard to do it to someone so powerful. When the whole school was watching me. She had been so nice to me, like a friend. I didn’t want to loose her, even though I knew who she really was. It was like I didn’t want her to loose a friend like I had lost Mae. I don’t know if that even relates, but it did to me. Now, I was scared to see Kali again. 

In the next class with Kali, she looked not herself at all. She was completely silent and looked really sad. She kept wiping her face so her make up would not run. All I could think is- I’m the reason she’s crying. I’m the reason for another person’s grief. I never wanted that. I just wanted her to stop hurting everyone. Now I just felt like a nose myself. Why did I do that? I tried to stop her from being mean and all I did was be mean to her! 

“It’s ok Macy, you did what was right.” Mae explained to me.

“I know. But I mad her cry, I’m the reason she is upset.” I said sadly.

“Of course she will cry. She is just now realizing what she has done. How mean she was to all of those girls. Now she is sad for what she did. Remember, she used to be nice and have a good heart.” Mae comforted.

“I guess your right. What do you think will happen now? Will she still be the nose Kali? Or will she be back to normal. Or will she be friendless and sad?” I wondered.

“I’m not sure. But I hope you get the chance to talk to her. Maybe she will understand. I mean, she should right?” Mae replied. 

So maybe I did do the right thing. It just doesn’t feel right yet. ☹ But when would it? I wonder how Kali was feeling now. I hurt her, I could tell. She deserved it- Maybe? 

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 The next day at school Kali talked to no one. She wore very light make up. She wore regular clothes. It was so weird to see her like this Lunch would be strange. I sat down with Mae and Gina as I usually do. Kali sat by her self at an empty table. The table Kali and her friends usually sat at was empty. All the barbie girls were scattered around. With their old friends before Kali had taken them. 

I went out into the hall to go to the bathroom when I saw Kali. 

“You’re right, you know. I was a nose to everyone. I only liked people because they had blonde hair and blue eyes. Because of my boyfriend who broke up with me for a MUD. I tried to get revenge but it wasn’t even on him. I lost my best friend, so I made lots of people loose theirs. I’m sorry for everything I did. I wasn’t always like this you know. I was kind of like you. Just the smart type, I was nice. But then, I don’t know” Kali cried.

It was a lot to take in for me.

“I know Kali. I know it was hard loosing your boyfriend to your best friend. How he almost insulted your looks and complimented hers. But you can not take it out on other people.” I told Kali.

She nodded and sniffled. 

“I don’t think anyone will ever want to be my friend after how I acted. I don’t even blame them.” Kali added. 

Then she walked away. Not to the lunch room though, out the door. I saw her sit down next to a tree and put her head in her hands. I felt so bad for her. 

“What took you so long?” Asked Gina. 

“I talked to Kali. She told me why she was a nose and all. She apologized. Said no one will want to be her friend again then she left. She's under the tree crying outside.” I told Mae and Gina. 

“Oh my gosh! She is not taking this well.” Mae exclaimed. 

I nodded. ☁

I didn’t see Kali the rest of the day. She kind of disappeared. 

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NIGHT TIME

IM:

Kali: I’m sorry :(

MacyMidget: It’s ok. I get it.

Kali: Yeah, but I’m a friendless looser now. 

MacyMidget: You will get friends again. Be your old self. As if you are going to a new school.

Kali: I will try that. But how will anyone forgive me.

MacyMidget: If they have a true heart, they will forgive you. See why you were like that. That you didn’t do it to hurt them.

Kali: Yeah. My purpose was to get back at my boyfriend.

MacyMidget: Yeah

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