Changes, Martina Rocha [inspiring books for teens .TXT] 📗

Well, I can say that we used to consider ourselves best friends, but some things that happened kept us apart. Our story should have had a happy ending, but after what happened, things could never be the same. I used to feel like this. I made a promise to myself that I would never forgive her, but yesterday I got a call from her mom saying that Sarah died. At first I thought it was a joke, but I went to her funeral today I saw her lying down on that coffin, she looked so helpless and fragile. I felt so guilty when I saw her. She did not deserve to be in this place, in this situation. Maybe if I had forgiven her before I could have helped her and she would still be here. I miss the old times.

Sarah and I were inseparable. We used to do everything together. We went to the same middle school and high school, I used to go to her house and she used to come to mine. We shared everything. Nothing could break our friendship.

It was all perfect before high school, but as soon as it started I felt that things would be different.

High school was fine for the first two months. We were getting used to the new routine, new people, new teachers… We did not have all the classes together, but in the ones that we had, we used to sit together. Until one day that our history teacher, Ms. Wilma, asked us to sit in groups. He told us that we were going to do a new group project but he was going to divide the groups since he did not know us well enough. I looked at Sarah in the exact moment that he told us that. I wanted to stay with her just like in every other project. We knew each other and we worked well. Although, she did not seem to care as much as I did, which I thought it was really strange.

- OK, these are the groups for this project. Did I forgot anyone?

She forgot me and Sarah. We raised our hands, and when she looked at us and at the groups I knew we were going to stay in diferent ones.

- Oh! I am sorry girls. Sarah you go in group 3 please, and you…

She also forgot my name. Cool. All I needed. I don’t know how she did that, because on the day before I wrote a few things about me and I read it out loud to the class (she asked us to do it so she could get to know us better).

“ I am Emily, I am 15 years old, Sarah is my best friend and I run marathons.”

Ms. Wilma even said that she used to run too.

- I am Emily.

- Oh, true. Emily you go… to group 1 ok darling?

- Sure.

I did not want to go but I needed to stop feeling like I needed Sarah for everything. Yes, she was my best friend, but we were not siamese twins.

My group was very nice to me actually. They invited me to have lunch with them and I even discovered that one of the girls in my group, Maria, used to run too and that running was one of the activities that the school offered (just like football and volleyball).

During lunch I sat with Sarah and we talked about our groups. I said all things about my group and her face was different. It was her turn to say. She said that the girls from her group were the “popular ones” and these girls said that my group were not the “nerds ones” but it was not popular (just a normal group and I  do not see a problem in that). Sarah said that these girls invited her to lunch with them too, so she asked if I could go too, they said it was fine.

In the next day we had lunch with these girls. They were in five. Aubrey (I think she was like the leader of the girls), Piper, Hannah (that also used to run), Cadence and Megan. They were really nice to me. Although, I did not feel like I was meant to be there. They were cool but I was just not my type of people. But Sarah seemed to be comfortable around them, which I, again, did not see a problem.

After having lunch with the five girls, I invited Sarah to have lunch with my new friends. It was pretty nice also. But I think that Sarah was feeling just like I was in relation to the new friends we have made. I think I should have seen it coming. Sarah and I did not have every single thing in common, so it was more than normal that she felt more comfortable with the five girls.

To be continued...

Publication Date: 05-05-2016

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