Apologizing to someone can really make you think. What will she
think of me? Will she think I'm joking? Will she hate me? Why did
I have to argue with her in the first place? If I am so sorry
about it, why is it so hard to say the simple words; I'm sorry?
Sylvie's heart pounded through her chest as she
made her way to the middle school double doors. Why had she
fought with her best friend, Sarah yesterday? Why couldn't she
just have let it go?
The argument had started the day before at lunch
time. Sylvie and Sarah had been sitting at they're table, talking
about what they would do after school on Friday.
"So, are you gonna come to my house like you
said?" Sylvie had never been so excited about Sarah coming over.
Friday, like she had known for three and a half months now, was
Sarah's fourteenth birthday. After school that day would be her
surprise party, and she had been planning it for weeks.
Everything was set: the cake was made, the balloons were blown to
they're largest expanse, the Elvis CDs in their players were set
up around the house (Sarah was an Elvis disciple) - everything
Sarah looked down at her cheese pizza. It
suddenly seemed interesting. She stared down at it, daring
herself to look up at Sylvie. Her friend lifted her eyebrows and
"Uhh..." Sarah glanced up at her. "Actually,
uhh... Actually I can't."
"Well, to be honest with you, Valerie bought me
and her tickets to a concert. I kind of forgot about
"How could you forget? You come over every
Friday!" Now Sylvie was frustrated. She lifted her hands
franticly as she spoke.
"Well? Are you mute? Why?" She had planned so
much, gone so far for Sarah's party. And now this?
"That's exactly why! Because I come over every
Friday! Can't I do something else for once? Do I need your
permission? Do you own me? Back off!"
Sylvie glared at her for a few seconds, as if
meaning to say something more, then grabbed her tray and books
and headed to a different table.
Sarah shouted back to her, "You know it's my
birthday on Friday? Huh? Did you think of that? Maybe Valerie
Sarah's words rang in her head the rest of the
day, through her slumber. They had been friends for just over a
year, and they're relationship had already descended. Sylvie knew
she would have to apologize, even though she knew it would be
Sylvie came through the double doors, trying to
act casual. But, in most cases, when Sylvie 'acted' casual, she
looked like she was showing off. She did her best to sway passed
the other kids in the hallway. The two friends had almost all
their classes together, but the first she had alone.
She did her best through eight grade math, though
her thoughts were elsewhere. The conversation was being planned
out in her mind, and every 'sorry' came out wrong. After ten
minutes though, Sylvie's mind was set back on her school
Then the bell rang. That deceiving bell. She was
just getting the lesson right, and the bell had to ring. It sent
a shiver up her spine, and her heart once again began to race
uncontrollably. She gathered her things quicker than usual, her
mind working in a panic. She began panting as she scurried
through the hall, all other kids invisible. Next class was
science, and Sarah was her lab buddy.
She came to a stop at the door. No Sarah. Sylvie
slowly went to her seat, and copied her agenda. Her head pounded
intensely as Sarah entered, glared at her, and sat down.
"Sorry. About before." It didn't come out right,
but it came out. She felt like bursting into tears right there in
"Oh. It's ok. I know you were disappointed. Sorry
I yelled at you."
"It's ok." They were quiet then. They looked at
each other with gentle eyes, understanding eyes.
"Anyway," Sarah sounded like her bouncy self
again. "Valerie was wrong about the time. The concert is next
Monday. So I can come over." Sylvie's heart began to race again,
but this time from excitement.
"Really?" Sylvie turned pink, she had said it
louder than an 'indoor voice'. She turned to her best friend, and
Sarah looked back.
"Really." She whispered back.
Sarah had been understanding, and Sylvie loved
her for that. After all, that's what friends are for, right? Even
when the best of pals fight, they know when they are true by
spreading the love.