“WHAT??” I was about to cry. Rory, one of my friends from 2nd grade, was telling me that I told my other friends things about her behind her back, when it clearly wasn’t true.
“That’s right. You told Patricia that you hated me and that Livianna hated me too. Well Livianna is like my best friend. She wouldn’t hate me. And I don’t believe you.”
“Look, I’m sorry for the miscommunication. I’m sorry if I said that. I don’t hate you. I wouldn’t even know if Livianna hated you. I haven’t even talked to her since Sunday. My life is out of control lately. I may have said it, but if I did I didn’t mean it and I didn’t know it.”
“Uh-huh, sure. Well, I’m talking to her now. I’ll ask.” She paused. “Yup. She said you did.”
The tears were coming down my cheeks. “I didn’t do it!! Why won’t you believe me?”
“I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m going to talk to Livianna, a true friend!” Next thing I knew, I was listening to the dial tone.
No goodbye, no nothing. I hung up the phone and let the tears pour.