This was only the beginning of such sleepovers. I would have skipped them, but I was scared that my friends wouldn’t like me. So I went to all of them, staying in my room to sleep every day after. I fell farther and farther behind in my classes, but at the moment I didn’t really care. I just wanted to make it through alive.
“Um.” What could I say to that? “I have a reason, but for now you don’t need to know.”
Roberta was not satisfied with that. She told the rest of our group about it, and the were always pestering me, being quite mean. They didn’t believe me, and they really wanted to know. One time I even caught Roberta reading my journal. After one really hard day I was taking a nap. Savana came down to our room. “Joy are you okay?” And then to my surprise I had smacked her, and she was laying on the ground.
I cried myself to sleep.