“Claire, are you ok?” asked Chris after lunch. “Oh, I’m…. I’m fine.” i lied. “Are you sure? You seemed a little quiet last period. Was it something I said?”. I just stared blankly at him. What to do, what to do?? “Umm.. Actually yes, it was. What you said about Carly. That was pretty mean”. Oh my gosh. What did i just do. Gosh, I hope he’s not mad. I can see it in the headlines now. ‘Claire Westbridge defends fatty Carly Fickle and offends Chris Schooter, One of the best track stars EVER !’. Great. “Oh, did I um.. offend you?” he asked me, in such a tender and sweet voice. “Well, no. But it was pretty mean what you guys said. Think of the ridicule she gets every day. She just.. Doesn’t deserve it..”. I am dumb. “Oh, ok. I’ve never thought of it that way. I’m sorry. But you see, if I don’t go along with it, my friends will make fun of me, too”. Wow. We must be twins. “You really should stand up for yourself. Don’t take that shit from them. You have your own mind”. What am I doing? I must be stoned..