Truth. The one thing I forgot to mention to Katie. I know she’d kill me if she knew it. Truth. You know, I always seem to mess up on what’s right and now that quality is about to make me lose…everything I have. Katie’s the one best friend, the one person who would never do a wrong thing against me. And yet, still yet, I have the nerve to go versus her.
“I didn’t mean to.” I could say. “He made me.”
But you see, that’s not the truth. He, Rogers, didn’t necessarily make me. It was actually far from that. But still, I could blame it all on him to save a friend. Or I could tell the truth and lose a friend. I don’t want to lose my friend, but I don’t know if I’m willing to let go of the truth and focus on the lie.
My name Rita and this is the story, essay written and oral presentation given, of how to stab your best friend in the back. Hey and do me a favor, when you have the chance, try not to do it as thoroughly as I did.
Thanks, that’s all I ask.