entry 10

I climb into my Jeep racking my brain with what could have possibly happened. I just left them three hours ago from dinner. What could have gone so wrong in only three hours? I start to think the worst, murder, theft, both, and I realize I must calm myself down. I turn on my ipod to some Jason Maraz and turn my speakers up all the way. I relax and I listening to his soothing voice surrounding my car. He always calms me down. It’s dark out and the road to our secret spot are winding, adding to my anxiety. I cautiously but nervously make my way around sharp turns and up steep inclines. Finally I reach the lookout points over Mirror Lake. Back in high school this is where we would all meet almost every afternoon. We’d go through everything that had happened that day, gossip about how we hated all the fake, superficial girls in high school, and dream about one day when we would all be enrolled in college, hopefully all within the state of New York. As I get out of your car, all I can think about it had you miss those days. I had hated high school, and wished for every minute to go by faster until the long awaited graduation when I could finally leave. Now, after two years outside of the bubble that’s high school, two years in the reality of college, I miss the comforting normalcy and predictability of high school.

Then suddenly I see my two best friends huddled on the picnic table on the edge of the lookout. Dana is covered in a blanket and appears to be soaking wet, with Megan covered in dirt and bleeding from her arm. I run over, bracing myself for the worst.

“What’s happened? Are you guys okay?” I burst out.

“Jamie, we did a really bad thing,” Dana says through tears. I can see now that both of them had been crying from their puffy red eyes.

“What? What is it?”

“We thought it would be a funny joke. Just fucking with people from high school, you know all those stupid fake bitches that made our lives miserable; just playing a little prank on them.” Megan, was trying to hold back her tears at this point. It was then I realized that I had only seen her cry once before, and I’ve known this girl since we were both I dippers. It was the day she got her rejection letter from Syracuse. Dana and I had gotten acceptance letters just a week before her. None of us saw it coming seeing as she got straight As in high school and had about 30 different extracurricular activities stacked up on her application. She was the prime example of a killer college application, so no one expected it when they didn’t want her. She didn’t expected the most of all of us.

“Just tell me what happened. I sure it’s not as bad as you think. Just tell me everything,” I try to comfort my two best friends, but have a feeling this is not going to end well.