We walk into school arms linked together. We laugh and smile the whole way to our lockers. We laugh at jokes no one understands and smile at the most random things.

Just then when I am getting my things, she taps me shoulder.

“He’s coming,” She whispers into my hear.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whisper back.

“Yes you can. I am here for you. I am not going anywhere.”

“Hey,” I hear coming from my other side.

I take a deep breath and look at him.

“I am sorry,” I say.

“For what?” He asks in confusion.

I look down and my face starts to turn.

“I can’t…” I feel a nudge behind me. I look up and start again, “I can’t be with you. I can’t explain why I am saying this other than my feelings. So I am sorry.”

I slam my locker shut and walk away. My dearest friend comes up behind me and gives me a hug. Without my her, I would not have the courage to do that.

“Thank you,” I tell her.

“You don’t need to thank me,” She says.