Arelle

"Lizzy!" I whispered. We were both curled up sleeping bags. Mine was pink/camo and my friend Lizzy's was green. We were in the middle of Saint Joan's Cemetery. I pulled out my watch to check the time: 11:24.

"What!" my best friend, Elizabeth Moors snapped. She had her back to me and I knew she was upset about what happened earlier today, but I tried to ignore it. Lizzy was wrapped up tightly in her leather jacket underneath her sleeping bag. (I didn't blame her... it was 43° out. Here in Crestwood, Boston it gets a little cold at night; especially in autumn.) I saw Lizzy's black combat boots poking out of the bottom of her sleeping bag. Her long, auburn hair was already tangled from flipping over in her restless slumber.

"How do we get into these messes?" I chided as I twirled my flame red hair with my index finger. I was being sarcastic, but, of course, Lizzy was going to tell me anyways. (I guess I kinda deserved it) Lizzy rolled over... her deep brown eyes glaring at me from the shadows of her sleeping bag.

"I'll tell you how we got into this mess!" She growled. "You agreed to a dare, is what you did! And, of course you had to drag me in with you, like always!"

"It was just a little dare, Lizzy. And it was only this one time."

"A little dare? You agreed to spend the entire night in a graveyard for ten bucks! And by the way, this is not the first time you've done this. Remember last summer when you insisted that the run-down house on Crowfoot Hill was 'most definitely abandoned!'" Of course, I remembered that day like it was yesterday. We were at Lizzy's house, bored to death, when I told her a ghost story about the "haunted house" on Crowfoot Hill. Soon after, I was dragging her through town on yet another wild adventure. Later on we found out the house was owned by Lizzy's eighth grade science teacher.

"I am so lucky Mr. Balson remembered me from last year or we would be in jail for breaking and entering!" Lizzy was right. We've been through a lot together: I've almost gotten Lizzy kicked out of school three times. I could totally understand why she would be upset, but we've been friends forever... I'm sure after a couple days she'll forget all about it.

Then Lizzy got up and stuffed her sleeping bag into her black backpack.

"I'm outta here. I've gotta get home before my mom decides to kill me."

"Well, then, see you tomorrow?" I squeaked. When Lizzy gets upset, it's not pretty. Usually, I try to keep my distance when that happens so she won't strangle me, or something.

Lizzy glared at me, "No, Elle." was all she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, hurt and mystified by my friend's words. She wouldn't acknowledge me. She just kept walking... and she didn't look back once!

And with that, my former best friend ditched me.