Don't be Chicken (on hold)

Fourteen; Who is she?

As soon woke up the next morning I raced over to Dusty's room for one reason. most importantly; I wanted to see Dusty.

Dusty was laying on her bed when I walked in, she seemed all better now but her face was covered in tears. Her under eyes looked soaked, almost as wet as my clothes had been before I changed. She held her laptop in front of her, tears still continued to flow like the Niagara Falls. I didn't say anything when I took in her appearance, but I knew she could recognize my existence in the room.

At first I was speechless. What was I suppose to say? I wasn't good when it came to dealing with crying people.

"Dusty..?" I questioned, while giving her a sideways glance. She looked up from the laptop, her eyes were dark and watery.

         "What" She said harshly. So harshly I was taken a back for a moment, and I instantly wanted to flee from the room. I planted my feet on the hardwood - I wasn't going to move. 

         "Is everything okay?" I asked even when I knew the answer before I said anything. Her rough glance settled down into a hesitant frown.

"No" She said, and then she started crying once more. I didn't know what to say as she wiped her cheek, her mascara ran down her face like black rivers.  Then she screamed, louder than anything I've heard escape her mouth.

         "Look at this!!" She yelled, while turning her laptop to face me.

To call it horror would be an understatement. On the screen was YouTube, and none other than the video of Dusty urinating. She let out a wailing screen as I saw the millions of comments and views already.

I felt bad for her as she crumbled under the covers - tears streamed down her face and all I felt was sorrow. It wasn't my fault that she publicly embarrassed herself, but there's this thing called sympathy, and I felt bad for her. 

       "Karman! What am I supposed to do?!?!" She wailed. I never heard her so desperate before, her voice was horse and scratchy and she couldn't calm down. I didn't know what it felt like, but I could picture what Dusty was going through. Would any of her friends bother with her anymore? I didn't know, and I'm sure she didn't know either.

This is a moment in time where I was clueless. I didn't know how to help Dusty, and when it came right down to it - I wasn't good at giving advice to people.

"Dusty. It will be alright. Over the summer people will just forget about it" I Said, although I knew my words were only partially true. Dusty glared at me, and then spoke so harshly I felt like I was pushed 50 feet backwards.

"Just leave." She said roughly. I stood up, kind of shocked by her harshness. And I left again, like I left her at that party. The guilt consumed me once again.

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I trailed downstairs to do my chores early. I didn't necessarily need to now, but I felt like getting them done and over with. I heard grandma talking to someone in the other room, but I just shrugged and looked at my chores of the day.

Feed Chickens
Collect eggs

Pretty easy chores today which I was quite happy about. I grabbed the wire basket for the eggs and rushed outside to get them done. The fresh air was refreshing and nice, it felt fabulous even if I could feel the heat already.