The Right Thing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 27, 2017

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Submitted: October 27, 2017



The Right Thing


“I don’t think we should be friends with Cassie anymore,” Caroline said in her ‘I decide everything we do’ voice, “she’s so annoying.”

“Well, we are interested in different things,” Jenny replied, “What do you think, Maria?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed, we had been having conversations like this for a while now, but I was still not comfortable with it. We all had been friends since first grade, and it had been  almost four years since then.  I had personally enjoyed having Cassie as a friend.  Sure, we’ve had arguments, but she was always there for me when I needed it.

Although all four of us were obstinate and very opinionated, Caroline had always thought of herself as the leader of the group.  Jenny would just go along with whatever Caroline said. However, Cassie would stand up to Caroline and she didn’t like that.  I was always too shy to stand up to Caroline, so I stayed quiet.  I knew I should have told my friends what I thought, but I was afraid that they would stop being my friends too if I did so.

“I’ll be the one to tell her,” Caroline said. “I know it is hard to break bad news to people.”

“We’ll stand next to you when you tell her,” Jenny stated.

My friends started to stand up off the balance beam we were sitting on.  Caroline was looking across the playground, so I looked as well.  There I saw Cassie playing alone in the wood chips next to the sidewalk.  Cassie looked like she was enjoying herself, yet she was sitting a great distance away from everyone else.  All the other kids were energetically running around and playing on the small playground.  Cassie then walked toward the swing set to grab something.

“Let’s tell her,” Caroline said.

I could feel all of my nervousness build up inside me as we walked toward the swing set.  Everything happened in slow motion.  I stood to Caroline’s right and Jenny stood to her left.  Cassie saw us walking over, so she stopped to hear what we had to say.  I felt a chill down my spine, not sure if it was caused by how nervous I was, or if it was simply the wind.  I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for what was about to happen.  I tried to keep a straight face, although Jenny and Caroline were both glaring at Cassie with their arms crossed.  Then, Caroline began to speak.

She said, “We haven’t been hanging out as much as we used to, and we are not very close friends anymore, so we were thinking we would just stop being friends now.”

I expected to see Cassie break into tears, or walk away angrily, but she just said “okay” and walked away.  I didn’t see much sadness in Cassie’s face, so I just assumed she didn’t care that much.  After Cassie walked away, she just went back to playing in the wood chips.  I exhaled, relieved she was not sad.

Shortly after, the recess bell rang and we all went back inside.  Slowly, I pushed my way through the crowded hallway of fourth graders until I got to the hook I used to hang up my jacket.  While I was hanging it up, I noticed Cassie standing across the hall.  She was looking down, and her eyes and nose were red like she had been crying.  She was not talking to anyone and she looked miserable.  I knew immediately I was wrong before. Cassie was not okay with losing her friends; she was just hiding her sadness.  I sighed, I should have told my friends my opinion in the first place.  Now it was too late.

The next day, I was sitting in the lunchroom with my friends.  As usual, the room was very crowded, with too many kids sitting at each of the long tables that stretched from the dusty white walls to the large trash cans.  I was looking around when I noticed Cassie sitting next to some other girls and trying to make small talk.  The other girls were just ignoring her, so Cassie eventually just gave up and ate alone.  I knew I needed to say something about this to my friends.  I took my attention away from Cassie, and turned to face Jenny and Caroline.

“I feel bad for Cassie,” I told my friends, “I don’t think we made the right decision.  We were her only friends, and yesterday I saw her after recess and it looked like she had been crying.”

“Well, I still don’t really want to be friends with her anymore,” Caroline said.

I took a deep breath, then explained the best I could to my friends why we should stay friends with Cassie.  I told them about all the times Cassie was there for me when I was feeling down.  I told them how, even if they didn’t like her, staying her friend was the right thing to do.  When I was done talking, they just stayed quiet with blank expressions on their faces, as if they were still processing what I had said.  Then, I realized that I shouldn’t care what my friends think of me. I was going to stay friends with Cassie.

“Well, I’m staying friends with her,” I said as I grabbed my food and walked away from my friends.

I  started to walk over to sit down with Cassie.  I smiled to myself; I had finally stood up to my friends.  I was proud of myself for doing the right thing.  I set my tray of food down next to Cassie. I looked over at her and noticed she was looking down at the ground.  I didn’t know what to say, so I silently sat next to her.  Then, Cassie looked at me.

And she smiled.


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