Chatterbox: Inkwell

Raven didn't want to say anything nice to me anymore. I don't know why.

"I have an idea for our YouTube channel." I said with some excitement.

"I don't want to do it anymore, jeez."

I hesitated. I didn't exactly appreciate her tone.

"I know that's why-

She took off. And so did Dove.

Raven thought it was efficient to finish the lap for field hockey right in the middle of my sentence.

And it hurt. We had been best friends since elementary school.

As I was walking, I told myself not to cry, like Raven does when she jams her finger at basketball practice or even tryouts. What a wimp. 

As for Dove, she didn't have enough pride to stay with me. I had been friends with Dove for longer than with Raven, but in the past year we hadn't really hung out. I still thought she cared about me a at least a little bit.

Meanwhile, I had seen a text from a while ago from Raven:

"I don't want to do the YouTube thing anymore." From Raven 

I had replied, "I hadn't read this yet so you didn't have to be such a jerk at field hockey" 

Later, I tried to be nice to Raven but she was being really mean and defensive, and I that made me very confused. No one wants to pass with me at field hockey, so our coach made me pass with Raven and Dove. I try to make helpful suggestions about Raven's hits and push passes, but the same things are coming out of her: mean and defensive words. Dove is starting to act like this too. 

This is a true story with fake bird names. Part two comes when more stuff happens in my life.