I walked into the auditorium where the retirement party was taking place and I could feel all eyes on me because of my amoeba-like dress but I ignored them.
The auditorium was decorated beautifully with coloured ribbons. Few chairs were occupied by some parents and invited guests.
The occasion would take place in the auditorium before moving on to the school hall for the reception.
I looked around and my eyes met with Amy’s but she looked away. Like I care, a part of my brain said. But deep down, I was hurt.
I found a place to sit which was a distance from where my ex friends were sitting. I couldn’t help but steal glances at them from time to time as I can felt jealous of their clothes.
I looked around for the SG and I didn’t see her. Perhaps she’s too ashamed of her rags to show face at the party, I thought, forgetting that my dress was nothing to write home about.
I saw Michelle walk in and our eyes met but I quickly threw my face away. I just couldn’t bear the sight of the liar. I still can’t believe that she’d kept her family’s situation from me. Neither could I believe that she’d uttered those hurtful words.
To make matters worse, she hadn’t even tried to apologise. Well I don’t care, if she’s ready to apologize, I’ll forgive her but if she doesn’t, no forgiveness.
I watched as Amy and Michelle’s eyes met then Amy threw her face away. I just couldn’t understand what Michelle’s problem was. How can she say such hurtful things to her bestie and still not apologise?
The golden words “I’m sorry,” was it that hard for her to say?
I looked at Michelle from head to toe and I couldn’t help but think, “What the heck is she wearing?”
Fine, her family had gone bankrupt and I feel sorry for her, but is the poverty too bad to the extent that she had to put on a brown and shapeless dress to a retirement party?
It’s a retirement party not a burial for crying out loud!
I had on a yellow dress with a black belt buckled to my waist, black stilettos and a black and yellow purse. Nicole and Nicola were putting on matching outfits which consisted of baby pink off shoulder blouse, jean pants (trousers), black sneakers and beautiful black purses.
Amy was putting a dress just like mine. The only difference was that her dress was sleeveless and she was also putting on a black jacket.
To be frank, Michelle’s dress wasn’t half of a quarter as good as ours.
I was looking around at the people present when from afar, I saw a beautiful figure walk into the auditorium. I couldn’t see her face but I could see that her dress was very beautiful. I noticed that almost all eyes was on her.
Who she was was what I couldn’t decipher.
She was putting on a hot red blouse and red and black above-the-knee flared skirt. The blouse was tucked into the skirt. She was also putting on black slingbacks and carrying a beautiful red purse.
She was the perfect definition of beauty.
She came closer and that was when I realized who the angel was.
It was… Natalie, the SG.
Oh my God! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The SG was putting on such a beautiful dress while I was putting on this trash. I looked down at my dress and felt sorry for myself. I’d expected her to put on rags but it seems like the table have turned as I was the one putting on rags.
I felt tears prickling my eyes and not wanting anyone to see me crying, I ran with my face down towards the restroom.
Unfortunately, I had to go past the SG and as I passed her, I looked up slightly to catch her looking at me with sine expression I couldn’t understand.
Her face looked sad. Was she feeling pity for me? No, that’s impossible. By the way, I don’t need her sympathy.
I entered the restroom, closed the door, leaned against the wall and let the tears pour out.
From where we sat, I saw the SG walk in. No doubt, she was extremely beautiful.
I saw Michelle look at her, then suddenly, she stood up and walked quickly past the SG towards the restroom. A sense of sympathy washed over me. Though Michelle had done me wrong, she was still my friend and I felt pity for her. She was going through a very hard time and needed someone to talk to but she allowed pride to stop her.
I understood that she must be feeling sad as the SG who she once called a filthy, poverty-stricken person was now better than her. I’m sure she must be in the restroom feeling pity for herself and I’m sure she needed some comfort.
Though I haven’t fully forgiven her but she was still my friend and I have to be there for her. I quickly excused myself from the rest and walked towards the restroom.
I let the tears I’d been holding for a long time to fall freely. I was devastated. I was broken. I needed comfort. I needed someone to talk to but I’d let pride chase my friends away. I felt bad for my actions but I didn’t know how to apologize.
Michelle O’Connor never apologizes.
The tears gushed out like a tap. Oh, if only Amy was here…
The doorknob turned and someone walked in.
I wiped at my tears and looked at the person. It was the very person I wanted to see. It was Amy. Oh, I’ve never been so happy to see Amy in my entire life.
I quickly walked to her and engulfed her in a hug not thinking that she’s still mad at me and might push me away.
What matters is that she’s here…. Nothing more.
I walked into the restroom and met the shock of my life. Michelle was crying!
Throughout our years of friendship, I’d never seen her cry. She’d always been the strong one among us. Now, that strong one was crying. This was not good at all.
On seeing me, she quickly walked to me and engulfed me in a hug. I hesitated at first but as her sobs increased, I hugged her back.
“It’s okay, Michelle. It’s okay. I’m here now,” I consoled as I patted her back.
“I didn’t mean to keep my family’s situation from you. I was just too sad to tell anyone,” she said in-between sobs.
“It’s alright. I understand.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“You’re welcome,” I said as I disengaged from the hug.
Michelle cleaned her eyes with the back of her hand. Though I noticed that she hadn’t said she was sorry, I decided to let the sleeping dogs lie and bury the hatchet.
Keeping malice was just too stressful especially with one’s bestie.
“You okay now?” I asked.
She nodded then went to the sink and washed her face and blew her nose. I gave her my handkerchief to clean her face.
“Let’s go. We’ve got a party to attend.”
“Yeah,” she replied.
I put my hand over her shoulder and we headed out of the restroom just as the program started.