The Text
1st Period Math, 9:00 am, Friday, December 4th, 2015I can't stop thinking about the fight I had with Sam. She's my best friend and we've never had a fight like this. Sure, we've had little disagreements, but we always made up. I texted her:
Me: We need to talk. Meet me outside my locker at lunch
4th Period Lunch, 11:00 am
Sam didn't reply back to me the whole morning. I was at my locker when I saw her coming down the hall. "Sam! I didn't think you come! Listen, I'm sorry that I didn't come to Emily's last night and I'm sorry that I missed all those other things over the years, too," I said before she could say anything. "It's ok, Victoria. I know that you have things to do other than hang out with me," said Sam. "Really? I'm so glad you're not mad anymore! Ya, sometimes I really don't wanna go to hockey. Sometimes I'm just too lazy," I said.
Suddenly, Sam's phone goes off. She was reading the text when I asked who it was. I know that sounds nosy, but when you've been someone's best friend since kindergarten, they don't really seem to care. I've snooped on Sam's phone thousands of times.
"Oh, no one," she said. That was weird. Usually she always tells me who it is. Sometimes she even lets me read the text.
"Oh, got to go, bye!" Sam said as she ran down the hall.
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