It took seconds to realize what I just did, but I felt like the whole world was all on me.
I mean, I...I just slapped my best friend, Tracy on her right cheek which sounded a whole lot more like a ceramic plate smashed on marble floor.
My name is Dora, Nigerian.
I'm a highschool student; final grade. I'm 17 and the third child of a family of four (pairs of both genders).
Tracy has been my BFF (best friend forever...we both agreed on this) since we were 10. We're actually of the same age, same class in high school too.
We did a whole lotta things together... Reading together, cooking together, shopping together (Tracy is a fashion freak and luckily, she also found herself a partner, me!),
chatting always on social networks which seemed rather weird because we both live in the same neighborhood, and we're like few blocks away from each other, but we found it cool.
We were entirely different in our looks though, but people who often see us together mistake us as twins and refer to us as 'Twinnies', which was really funny cause there were barely any resemblance.
We also had different life ambitions, I wanted to be an Architect while she, a Surgeon.
Oh well, Enough of all that... Today she really got on my nerves. We both agreed to have a sleepover on Friday night at my house, but she failed me. I remember how I had arranged my room and stuffs for a wonderful sleepover that night but all my efforts were ruthless.
I was all up waiting for her, calling her phone *no answer*.
I looked at the wall clock tick, 12:30am. I then decided to go to bed, alone. And today, the nagging human came to class yelling at me for not picking her from her house...*I mean who else does that?*... "Was I even supposed to"? "Has she ever picked me from my crib to hers for a sleepover"? I bombarded her with these questions, and she, being so defenseless said "What do I care? You're just so inconsiderate, selfish and greedy". Boy oh boy, I thundered a slap unto her cheeks. How dare she?
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Laying in bed reminiscing all that happened at school that day. The last three days has been so troubling for me, suffering with guilt and regret of that my impromptu action. Even the way Tracy walked away from me after that was disheartening. She didn't call me and I didn't either; I was ashamed, very ashamed...What will I say? How will I even look her in the eye? I kept asking these questions.
I had to apologize to my bestie. I must.
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I stood at the corridor of her house. Terrified.
I knocked on the door, with my hands trembling. Mrs. Peterson, Tracy's mom was the one that came out. She smiled, saying its been long she saw me, asking me how my parents were. I doubt she knew what transpired between us (I and Tracy).
She called Tracy down, saying she had a visitor while she (Mrs. Peterson) went to continue her chore.
Coming down the stairs, I saw my blondie bff, I couldn't really place her countenance, but I was very sure she had been expecting me.
"He...heyyy" I stammered.
"Hey" She replied.
"How have you been?"
"Been alive"
"Ohh...uhm...Tracy, about what happened on Monday. I'm really deeply sorry. I never should have done what i did... please forgive me" I begged. It came out easily; I've been practicing you know😅
Tracy smirked, a very evil smirk, before she replied.
"You've been forgiven ever since, but I've been waiting for you to do this, to apologize. Your action that day was very unusual, i guess my harsh words prompted that action. I'm equally sorry..."
I interrupted her speech with a warm long hug.
