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MidReal Story
Unraveling Secrets: Betrayal in a Small Town
Scenario:He knew something his heart wasn't ready to accept
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Emily Brown
Sarah Johnson
James Smith
Do you ever feel like you’re just going through the motions?
It’s like you’re an observer in your own life.
You watch and wait, waiting for things to happen, not really participating, just letting things unfold.
I have always felt that way.
Honestly, it’s probably why I became an accountant.
If I had to pick an adjective to describe myself, it would be “passive.” I’m not a go-getter by any means.
I have no problem sitting back and watching others take charge, while I hang out in the background.
I did the same thing in school growing up.
I was that quiet kid who was content to have no friends.
That’s not to say that I didn’t like people, but I just didn’t see the point of having a lot of friends.
I wasn’t interested in pretending to be someone I wasn’t just so that others would like me.
It seemed like too much work.
Besides, I had books.
Books were my friends.
And it was during those early years of school that I developed the knack of being able to observe people without them knowing I was doing it.
It was a skill I would hone the more that I got older, and one that came in handy when Sarah came into my life.
Sarah was everything I wasn’t.
She was this tiny little blonde bombshell who drew attention from everyone when she walked into a room—even though she didn’t want it.
She was extremely outgoing and adventurous and had her hand in everything from cheerleading to choir to student council president.
She also happened to be my best friend.
But even though we were complete opposites, we somehow balanced each other out perfectly, and I wouldn’t change our relationship in any way for anything in this world.
Growing up in a small town meant that everyone knew everyone and if they didn’t, then their parents did.
The town I grew up in was actually quite small.
We had one stoplight.
One grocery store.
One high school.
And one bank.
I could go on, but I think you get the point.
My mother had worked at that one bank since before I was born and she still worked there today.
She was a single mother who worked two jobs just to make ends meet.
One job at the bank during the day and another as a bartender at the local bar at night.
Even with working all those hours I hardly saw her as she usually left for work before I got up and didn’t get home until after I went to bed.
My mom tried to be around as much as she could, but it wasn’t always possible.
I think that’s why she encouraged me to get involved with things outside of school so that I could be around other kids—even if I never took her advice.
Most kids don’t want to be around their parents when they’re teenagers.
They want their freedom.
And I was no different.
Hood knew islam was the truth and he's been wrong all this while but his heart want ready to accept it ( write a paragraph about this in a poetic ancient way)
I don’t think I realized just how different Sarah and I were until we became friends in high school.
We met at a party when we were freshman, and even though everything inside me told me to turn around and walk away from her when she suggested we go sneak into the boys’ locker room, I didn’t.
I followed her blindly into trouble and never looked back.
From that point on we were inseparable.
We went on countless adventures together—some of which were daring while others were downright reckless—but it never mattered what we were doing just as long as we were together while doing it.
I can safely say that there hasn’t been a dull moment in my life since Sarah came into it, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t content with the way things were.
My heart may not have been made for living on the edge or taking risks, but there was nothing passive about me when it came to Sarah Johnson or anything involving her.
Sarah brought out a part of me that I never knew existed until I met her, or maybe she created that part of me.
Either way, she was my best friend.
Sarah and Emily Brown, my other best friend, were the reasons I was waking up early on a Saturday morning to go on a two-mile walk.
I was pretty certain that if given the choice, I would have preferred to have stayed in bed rather than do what they had convinced me to do.
But with Sarah involved, and the pout that usually appeared on her face whenever she was denied what it was she wanted, I would have been a fool to say no.
Emily came along for the ride and to make sure we stayed on task, but I think she secretly enjoyed our excursions, even if she would never admit to it.
Our friendship with Emily began the summer after our senior year in high school when the three of us started working together at the local newspaper.
We all wrote for the paper and Sarah and Emily worked part time in the office while they went to college.
It was there that our friendship blossomed.
The kindle version of the paper allowed us to write as many stories as we wanted.
And with Sarah’s outgoing personality, and my ability to fade into the background, I was able to work behind the scenes to make those stories come alive on paper while Sarah worked to get the interviews and information needed for those stories.
It was the perfect arrangement for us as Emily always made sure we stayed on track with our writing deadlines, which allowed me and Sarah to do what we did best—have fun.
And as long as we met those deadlines, our boss never complained about us not being in the office when we should be.
Being friends with Sarah certainly had its perks.
But even though Sarah and I became fast friends, it wasn’t until Emily came along that my life really began to change.
Sarah had always been good at getting me to step out of my comfort zone.
