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A/N: Nothing much to say!
Reviews: Thank you Crash and Burn! I was afraid you weren't reading my stories anymore. I always look forward to your reviews!
It was a long, slow walk up to the counselor's office from my classroom. At that moment, our school seemed enormous! Or maybe it was just because my destination was the place I was dreading the most. I'm still not really sure.
I arrived at the counselor's office, still unsure of what to expect. Just as I was turning the handle on the door it fiercely swung open. Kate emerged with a look of surprise, yet sorrow as she saw me. It looked as if she had been crying. Her face was blushed and red, her eyelids were swollen. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. It was at that moment I knew she had told. She had betrayed me on the one thing she knew was imperative to keep secret.
As I looked into her puffy eyes for just that split second I started thinking about the day I first met her. All the emotions came rushing back into me. I met Kate at Hill ridge Junior high when I was twelve years old. I was a lonely sixth grader. Shy and timid.
She wasn't the "Kate Saunders" everyone knew her as now. Kate befriended me. We started sitting together at lunch and having the occasional sleepovers. It wasn't long before we were inseperatable. No one could come between us.
About eight months after I met Kate we became popular. We were known as the "Kate and Claire duo". It was an amazing feeling to be known and liked by so many people. Or should I say so many popular people? We shared and unattainable bond. One that could never be matched or broken. I needed Kate, and she needed me.
In seventh grade things only got better. We started changing and looking at boys. The boys looked back at us too! Then Lizzie McGuire came into play. She was the sweetest girl. That was her downfall. She was such an easy target, never fighting back and all. We were so much alike. But neither Kate nor I would ever have let her see that. I used to think that only a year before, in sixth grade, this girl could have been my very best friend.
No, it wouldn't have been the same though. Kate and I shared a bond that was unlike any other. We knew exactly what the other had been through and we thrived on that. I don't even want to think what I would have been had it not been for Kate.
That's all changed though. This girl that I needed so much has now betrayed me. I could never forgive that, not with something this big.
I woke out of my daze of thoughts to find that I was sitting in a chair in the counselor's office. The last thing I'd remembered, I was looking Kate straight in the eyes. I do that a lot. I'll be like a zombie, lost in my world, and not understand how I got from point A to point B. It's my way of coping with things. And believe me, I've had a lot of things worth coping with!
"Claire, I'm going to ask you a very serious question. One that you're going to need to answer truthfully." The counselor had interrupted my thoughts. I knew exactly what she was going to ask. I didn't want to answer it then and there.
"I think I know what this is about. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can you give me a day or so to think things over?" I knew that if I could just have a day, just one day, things would be better.
"So you know that this is about the "rumor" that." I cut her off. I couldn't hear the words. They were too harsh to actually hear come out of someone's mouth. I knew it would have sent me over the edge. People always judge you. It doesn't matter if what happens is your fault or not. They always want to blame someone, and it's not always the guilty party.
"Yes, I know exactly what this is about. But I need time. I'm not ready to talk yet. I know what you have to do. But please, a day, just give me a day." Did I know what she had to do? Did I really understand the seriousness of the situation? Did I really grasp the concept that saying everything aloud would change my life forever?
"A day, but you HAVE to talk to me tomorrow about this." The emphasis she put on the word "have" made me feel uneasy. I didn't HAVE to do anything.
"Okay." Was all that I could manage at that point without choking on my own word.
"I'm sending you. home for the day to think this over. If anything happens." Cut off once again. I didn't like where she was going with this whole thing.
"I know. I need to go now." I finally escaped from that small cube- like room and into the parking lot. I would usually go to Kate's and cry in her lap for hours like I had done so many other times. But this was different, Kate caused this situation. Maybe Kate wanted to cry in my lap just as she had done countless times before. It hurt so much to know that the one person you trusted with EVERYTHING is the one person who betrayed you.
A/N: Nothing much to say!
Reviews: Thank you Crash and Burn! I was afraid you weren't reading my stories anymore. I always look forward to your reviews!
It was a long, slow walk up to the counselor's office from my classroom. At that moment, our school seemed enormous! Or maybe it was just because my destination was the place I was dreading the most. I'm still not really sure.
I arrived at the counselor's office, still unsure of what to expect. Just as I was turning the handle on the door it fiercely swung open. Kate emerged with a look of surprise, yet sorrow as she saw me. It looked as if she had been crying. Her face was blushed and red, her eyelids were swollen. Her mascara was running down her cheeks. It was at that moment I knew she had told. She had betrayed me on the one thing she knew was imperative to keep secret.
As I looked into her puffy eyes for just that split second I started thinking about the day I first met her. All the emotions came rushing back into me. I met Kate at Hill ridge Junior high when I was twelve years old. I was a lonely sixth grader. Shy and timid.
She wasn't the "Kate Saunders" everyone knew her as now. Kate befriended me. We started sitting together at lunch and having the occasional sleepovers. It wasn't long before we were inseperatable. No one could come between us.
About eight months after I met Kate we became popular. We were known as the "Kate and Claire duo". It was an amazing feeling to be known and liked by so many people. Or should I say so many popular people? We shared and unattainable bond. One that could never be matched or broken. I needed Kate, and she needed me.
In seventh grade things only got better. We started changing and looking at boys. The boys looked back at us too! Then Lizzie McGuire came into play. She was the sweetest girl. That was her downfall. She was such an easy target, never fighting back and all. We were so much alike. But neither Kate nor I would ever have let her see that. I used to think that only a year before, in sixth grade, this girl could have been my very best friend.
No, it wouldn't have been the same though. Kate and I shared a bond that was unlike any other. We knew exactly what the other had been through and we thrived on that. I don't even want to think what I would have been had it not been for Kate.
That's all changed though. This girl that I needed so much has now betrayed me. I could never forgive that, not with something this big.
I woke out of my daze of thoughts to find that I was sitting in a chair in the counselor's office. The last thing I'd remembered, I was looking Kate straight in the eyes. I do that a lot. I'll be like a zombie, lost in my world, and not understand how I got from point A to point B. It's my way of coping with things. And believe me, I've had a lot of things worth coping with!
"Claire, I'm going to ask you a very serious question. One that you're going to need to answer truthfully." The counselor had interrupted my thoughts. I knew exactly what she was going to ask. I didn't want to answer it then and there.
"I think I know what this is about. I don't want to talk about it right now. Can you give me a day or so to think things over?" I knew that if I could just have a day, just one day, things would be better.
"So you know that this is about the "rumor" that." I cut her off. I couldn't hear the words. They were too harsh to actually hear come out of someone's mouth. I knew it would have sent me over the edge. People always judge you. It doesn't matter if what happens is your fault or not. They always want to blame someone, and it's not always the guilty party.
"Yes, I know exactly what this is about. But I need time. I'm not ready to talk yet. I know what you have to do. But please, a day, just give me a day." Did I know what she had to do? Did I really understand the seriousness of the situation? Did I really grasp the concept that saying everything aloud would change my life forever?
"A day, but you HAVE to talk to me tomorrow about this." The emphasis she put on the word "have" made me feel uneasy. I didn't HAVE to do anything.
"Okay." Was all that I could manage at that point without choking on my own word.
"I'm sending you. home for the day to think this over. If anything happens." Cut off once again. I didn't like where she was going with this whole thing.
"I know. I need to go now." I finally escaped from that small cube- like room and into the parking lot. I would usually go to Kate's and cry in her lap for hours like I had done so many other times. But this was different, Kate caused this situation. Maybe Kate wanted to cry in my lap just as she had done countless times before. It hurt so much to know that the one person you trusted with EVERYTHING is the one person who betrayed you.