the train ride. The next day was spent in a small colonial town. Walking on the streets, we saw a group of eighth graders that contained Mathew. We smiled at him as he was walking by and he shouted, “Hey Val.” “I have to go to the bathroom, come with me Valerie,” Jenny said, there was a weird tone in her voice but I was still overly excited that Mathew hadn’t forgotten my name. She pulled me into an old wig shop bathroom, checked under all the stalls to find that the restroom was uninhabited. “What in the world happened last night with him, Val?” she screamed at me. The loopy grin on my face suddenly transformed into a frown, I had no idea what Jenny was asking me. I thought for a second but still couldn’t figure it out.“What?” is all I could think to say. My eyes were burning as I looked into her saddened face. Something had hurt her so bad and I couldn’t stand to see her so depressed. Behind the sorrow I had for her was confusion. This sort of thing had never happened before; never has Jenny been so unpredictable to me. “What did you and him do last night and why wasn’t I included? All these years, I thought you were a better friend then that but I guess I was wrong.” She ran out of the bathroom and into the street. I stood in the bathroom, completely bemused. Then it hit me, how could I have been so blind! On the street when we saw Mathew, he had only said hi to me, I don’t remember him even looking at Jenny, she must have been so jealous. But this wasn’t my fault, why would she be so angry with me? I had to talk to her, make things right with her. I ran out of the shop to find Jenny nowhere. Later that day, Jenny was spotted standing with one of our friends and Mathew. Oh no, I thought. My other friends told me that Jenny was telling people that her and I got to see Mathew again in the Wig Shop. “She said he ...
