~Chapter 3~
I was so thankful to be home that day. It could not have gone worse. I found a cute boy and then found out that he is dating my best friend! I can't even look at her anymore! I thought that she would always be there for me, but I guess people can be deceiving.
I decided that I would go for a run to clear my mind. I put my earphones in, slid on my running shorts and a sports bra, and walked out into the warm summer air. Then I jabbed my phone as I hit play on an All American Rejects song. I took off down the street to "Gives You Hell". Houses flew past, faster and faster. I turned down streets not quite knowing where I was going. Finally after I had gone through about five songs, by Avril Lavigne, Pink, and Adele, I finally stopped to look around. I realized that I didn't know where I was. I panicked for a second and then I heard a door slam. I whipped around quickly. Oh. My. God. The person I saw walking towards me made my heart stop. I thought about trying to run away but it was too late, he was almost next to me. It was Brady Mitchel. It couldn't be him. Then I was wearing shorts and a sports bra.
“Hey,” he called to me. I waved a reply not wanting to talk to him and removed my earphones.
“You look a little lost. Do you need some help?” he asked me.
“Yeah, do you know how to get to Wellridge road?”
“You just take a right up there and keep going straight until you see a white picket fence and you turn left and then you are there,”
“Thanks,” I nodded in appreciation.
“Brady are you coming back inside or are you going to stand out there all night?” I looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Then I noticed Sarah in the doorway. I put my earphones back in, and before she could utter so much as a word to me I was gone again, running away from everything.
I finally returned home and flopped down on my bed. I looked at my phone and saw that I had a message and a missed call from Sarah. I read the message. It said, “Em, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. Just get over it so we can be friends again,” I didn’t even know what I would say to that, not that I was going to reply.
Now that I am thinking about it, everything has always been this way. Sarah gets everything she wants at anybody’s expense, usually it was mine. She walks all over anybody she wants to get whatever she wants, usually this is also me too. I remember one time in middle school when she forgot her homework and I had mine. She asked if she could borrow mine to copy so I gave it to her. I didn’t have a problem with it because we had done it so many times before; this time was different. She kept telling me that she didn’t get a chance to copy it. Then finally the class period came when it was due and she still wasn’t finished with it. Then the teacher asked us to pass up our homework assignments and I looked at Sarah with panic on my face. Too bad she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the teacher who seemed to be praising her on her job well done. That confused me as she said she hadn’t had a chance to. When the teacher came to me I got a look at the pile, my work had Sarah’s name on it. I saw a red eraser stain and a faint E, and in its place it read Sarah Walker. My teacher asked me where my homework was and I just shook my head, dumbstruck. She made a clucking noise with her tongue as if she disapproved. After class I went up to Sarah and confronted her.
“What’s the deal, Emily, it was just a stupid homework assignment it’s not like you’re going to fail now,” she told me.
“The deal, Sarah, is that it was mine, not yours,” I told her, not wanting to back down.
“Em, calm down and quit acting like a spaz,” she told me. I backed down because I feared losing her as a friend, she was the only friend I had and I didn’t want to lose her, so I dropped the topic. This happened every time. But not this time, I was tired of being a doormat to someone who was supposed to be my best friend. I was going to show her that she couldn’t do this to anyone, anytime she felt like it. I plotted a plan.
