The author has asked to remain anonymous.
Friday came on a summer night when you
were hurricane-ing your way through a many-layered plan of revenge. Isn't that
always how it happens? When you were with Friday you were jaded and mad at
someone else. You knew Friday would be there for you because he always was. He
held you when you cried and tried to make things better. He watched you ride
around on a scooter until you fell and then cleaned up your knees. Friday was
one of the nicest people you ever met. He was calm and levelheaded and calmed
you down when things got rough. Then Friday kissed you and you didn't feel
anything but you kissed him back anyway. Because in your mind it would hurt
someone else. But in the end, you only hurt Friday and yourself. Because you
used sweet gentle Friday to get revenge on a boy who didn't care. You led him
on and cast him aside then you left the next day and never saw him again. You
hurt yourself because you were wracked with guilt and disappointment. Guilt
because you hurt Friday, and disappointment because you realized the extent of
the monstrosity you had become. Last week you were an innocent child who wanted
to do right. But Tuesday passed, and hardened your heart and created the storm
brewing inside you. But despite all the darkness, in a weird twisted way,
Friday taught you that you still had a conscience.
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