It was a completely normal day at dance, although today I was avoiding an arguement, but I didn't even see B anywhere, so my and A just warmed up together until my teacher called me and A into her office.
Gwen! A! In my office!
I was mad walking into her office. I knew this was about my arguement, and I was over it. I was there to dance, not get pulled into middle school drama. As I walked into the room, heat like that on the surface of the sun overwhelmed my face, and the fiery rays bounced off the walls of the small office
I walked into to see B sitting there, crying. I kept quiet, not wanting to say something I'd regret. I listened to my teacher and eventually B began to talk.
...so girls let's just all talk about what happened. B, can you go first?
I felt really- l- left out and I don't know I j- just didn't want to start s-so much drama.
I almost defaulted to my usual assumption, that she was doing for attention, to get everyone on her side, but I thought back to the past couple weeks. Maybe we hadn't even noticed leaving her out... I felt terrible.
So I apologized. It was hard, knowing what I had gone through to get there, only to give up trying to "win" to be compassionate...
I'm sorry.
...But it was also the right, and mature, thing to do.