Tuesday, November 24, 7am
In the limo this morning, as we drove Michael to his college, he asked me why I always wrote in my diary. I explained that I thought it was important to express my feelings through a journal and how I can tell it things I can't say out loud. He just said "Ok. That's cool."
Tuesday, November 24, Homeroom
As I walk into homeroom this morning, Lily finally says something to me. Except it isn't exactly what I had wanted it to be. Instead she said, "Move." and pushes me aside. I grab her arm and say, "What the hell is wrong with you, Lily? Are we even friends anymore?"
Lily looks me straight in the eye and replies, "Honestly, I thought we were, but obviously you didn't."
"WHAT? Lily, you're like my best friend!" I was appalled. I cannot believe we have to go through this. But, I'm afraid it's one of those friendship tests where something can either prove that you're meant to be friends or it can prove you're not.
"Why didn't you tell me about your huge crush on my brother, huh? And that's been going on for awhile and not once did you mention it."
"Lily-"
"No! That's what best friends are for, Mia! Best friends do not hide secrets of liking one's brother!"
"I thought you'd be mad!"
"MAD?"
"Well, you know, it would be awkward."
"Sure it would, but you're better off letting me accept it." And then Lily took her seat. What is going on? Someone PLEASE explain to me why life can't be easier!