I see her in the hallway. Walking alone because I took her friends from her. She sees me too, avoiding contact. It's not long until my friends and I start making jokes about her. We find anything to talk about; her shoes, her hair, her clothes, her makeup, everything. I am filled with hatred and anger for her. She hurt me so she deserves this.

Even though we were close before, none of that matters anymore. All my attention is just to see her hurt as bad as I did. As we near closer, I get a better look at her. I start to see a tear roll down her pink cheeks; my goal is accomplished. She tries to turn and look the other way, wiping away the tears. One of my friends turns and starts whispering names to the other girls walking with me. Laughing hard at her, they all mimic her crying. She is close to us now, about to pass when her speed quickens and her pace starts getting faster. Seeing her running away, we start laughing harder at her than we did before.

The feeling of accomplishment is soon replaced with a feeling of guilt and shame. I can't let those feelings show. I put on a face for my other friends but I can't help but to pay attention to the memories flooding back. We used to be so close, but that has all changed now. My friends and I start strutting down the hallway and I keep walking because I know that if I stop now, if I quit telling myself that this is all okay, I might die of guilt.