TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
It was easy to dump my best friend. Because, really, she wasn’t my best friend anymore. We had grown apart. Each walking different halls at school with different girls. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it on Facebook, but I liked that I didn’t have to tell her in person.
I also liked the kudos I got from my other friends. My new friends. The cool ones.
It was easy to text her all the things I wanted back. My CD’s. My blue tank top and matching shorts she borrowed when she spilled her malt and needed something to wear to the movies that night. The newest book in the trilogy we were both reading.
When she stood on my porch with a box, I made my sister answer the door so I didn’t have to talk to her. She was just too lame for words.
Her t-shirt was rumpled and her hair was tied back in two low pig tails. Totally yesterday and not at all in. I hid behind the door where she wouldn’t see me, hoping she would beg. Just a little. It would definitely earn me points with my new bestie, who stood beside me, snickering softly into her hand.
Instead, she straightened her shoulders and turned away. My stomach hurt until the party that night. Guys, games and a dark room. Did I mention these were the cool kids?
It was easy to fit in with my new crowd. I learned that we were just better than everyone else. We might talk about the same things, worry about the same things and laugh at all the same jokes, but we ruled the school. No one could touch us. We didn’t want them to.
It was easy to forget she taught me to smile when everyone else laughed at my messed up teeth. It was easy to forget that she dried my tears when I was the punchline in the cool kids’ jokes. It was easy to forget I ever thought she was special.
All I saw now was how she laughed too loud, flirted too much and didn’t care what anyone thought about her. A-nnoy-ing.
It wasn’t easy to pull the box out from under my bed. There was more in it than I thought. Matching t-shirts we made on a hot summer day. Home-made fairies in dresses of blue. My favorite color. And pictures. So many pictures. Of us swimming, fishing, hiking, laughing, making faces, hugging…
It was easy to blame her for our break up. If only she had cared just a little, tried a bit harder, then she could have joined the cool crowd like me.
And I wouldn’t be crying in my room all alone.