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"Hey where's Dylan?" I dump my Marc Jacobs snakeskin tote on the table Kristen's perched on and cup my chin in my hands. Spanish is definitely the worst subject.

Kristen frowns and pulls away from Josh, turning to face me. "I haven't seen her all morning. Let's go ask someone or something. C'mon" I follow her out the classroom and down the corridor of lockers.

Heather, a petition-obsessed petite girl with crazy purple hair stops us as she comes out of the girls' bathrooms. "Um, your friend Dylan's in there. She's really upset." She scurries off.

Kristen and I look at each other then we both run in to the bathrooms. Dylan isn't there but there's a cubicle with the door closed. "Dyl, Dylan are you there?"

Dylan sniffles and unlocks the cubicle door, coming out. Her eyes are red with black smudgy tear tracks down her pink cheeks where her mascara has run. "Oh honey what's wrong?" me and Kristen ask, concerned.

Dylan sobs in to Kristen's shoulder as Kristen hugs her. I rub Dylan's back.

"My-my m-mom and d-dad are g-getting divorced!" she wails and then bursts in to tears again. I'm honestly sorry for Dylan. Someone as sweet, cheerful and happy-go-lucky as her doesn't deserve to be as sad as this.

"It's ok Dyl, maybe it's for the best. And you'll always have us, your friends. Forever. We'll never let you down."

Yeah, that soon changed didn't it.

Dylan sniffs and wipes her nose with a tissue. "I-I know. I knew it was c-coming anyway because they were always f-fighting, but it's just r-really hard!"

Kristen and I spend the whole lunchtime comforting Dylan. We camp out in the girls' bathrooms as people go in and out. Dylan unzips her Prada messenger bag to show us something and her pencil case snaps open and tumbles out all over the floor. "Shit!" Dylan scrambles around on the floor, collecting up the fallen pens. I see a purple pen with little gold stars patterned up along the base.

It looks familiar. I pick it up and ink three stars on my wrist. "This is the pen we found in the 3rd grade, and we were freaked out sorta, because it never ran out of ink."

Without a word Kristen picks it up and draws the same three stars I did, on her right wrist. Dylan does the same. "I'll always be there for you Dylan and Kristen" I murmur. "Me too" Kristen declares, "and me. You can count on it".

We do a big group hug and then slip the pen back in Dylan's pencil case.

Standing up I wince. "Ouch my knees hurt!" I laugh. "My butt!" groans Dylan.

We laugh and link arms, walking out of the bathroom.

Towards our lessons

Or towards our future

Together

Or apart

Only fate can decide.

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