Happy Easter

It had gotten to the point when sitting in class next to Bubble one day I burst into tears. Inexplicably (well not considering!). I was filled with misery. Imagine having all your favourite and closest mates taken away from you, hating you. Oh, and you have no other close friends.

As soon as I entered the canteen I saw the gang sitting in their usual spot. Bubble came up to me. I couldn’t believe it. In my head I was thinking that this was the moment I had been waiting for, like a little girl wishing for that new toy to suddenly, miraculously appear. She asked to talk and walked over to a table out of earshot of the girls, but within view. Wenty was smirking, I mistook it for discomfort, guilt even.

‘I have been thinking about this. This has gone on for too long’, Bubble said as I smiled nervously with relief. ‘Things have been said which were unforgivable. We shouldn’t speak to each other, not for a while at least’.

I was shocked, hurt, humiliated- again.

While the rest of the group reunited with Bubbles I carried on in a shock-like state, smiling absentmindedly at people in the canteen. I couldn’t believe, for all the things that had occurred, that this was my best friend talking. My best friend.

I know now, as I did then that my isolation from my friendship group was partly my own fault- I could have been more patient in the early stages of misunderstandings, definately being less rash in hurling my angry comment around. At the same time they knew what they were doing to me. They were the people I had bonded with the moment I had gotten to that new alien like college.  As is not uncommon in the world of girls, as my best friends they were my bread and butter. They kept me going; knew my darkest secrets, fears and desires. Now a frenemy,that knowledge gave them power. My future happiness depended on how they subsequently decided to use that power.