 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
Margaret was very confused. How could Emmerson hurt Ashley? It was just a word. Rosier was dead. "But he wasn't, and you weren't, and Rosier is the one who's dead, Ash," Margaret argued quietly, looking down again, avoiding that eye contact. "Emmerson is nice, she wouldn't try to kill anyone." Promise.
That hurt, though.
THe accusation that she was now in that group of people who didn't care. Of course she cared!! She wouldn't be telling her she didn't like her art if she didn't care!! She would have walked right on by her best friend, sitting at this library table, if she didn't care. But who had stopped? And critiqued the art? MARGARET HAD. She scrunched up her fists and her face, not sure how to react or even process Ashley's rejection.
"I care."
She turned to storm off, as thirteen-year-old girls are apt to do, but when she looked back Ashley was...crying? That...yeah, those were tears. She stared at her friend for a moment, not sure what to do, then crossed around to the other side of the table and wrapped her arms around the other girl.
"Ash..." she muttered, scrunching her nose up to keep her glasses on her face while she tried to squeeze the sadness out of her friend. |