Cindy
The rain poured down hard, soaking through my clothes as I walked down the dark street. Tears mixed with the rain on my face. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Amy had looked at me like I was trash. My best friend since we were kids, and now she hated me.
I reached into my pocket for my phone to book a ride home, but it wasn’t there.
“f**k,” I whispered, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “No, no, no…”
I had left it on Mr. Reynolds’ bed. Right there in the middle of everything.
I stood there for a moment, shivering, debating what to do. But I needed my phone. Swallowing my pride, I turned around and walked back toward the house, heart pounding.
The front door was still unlocked. I slipped inside quietly, water dripping onto the floor. I could hear voices coming fr
