The Day I Showed My Red

Unlike the others in my family, I rarely let emotions take control. A temper tantrum they'd not see from me. The "cool" one I was called. It's still my role. I rarely get choked up by anything. As one well-balanced, rarely ever do I feel depressed, jealous, unforgiving or guilty! (I don't sit around and stew). I guess I see betrayal as a sin that I abhor, for in my youth one day, my best friend laid a trap and I fell in, but it was not a too nice joke to play! My best friend lured me on the telephone to say the way I felt about Margo - a girl whose reputation was well-known as "bad girl," and she also was my foe. This bad girl had a crush on the same guy I liked, and he was my best friend's brother. For his attention both Margo and I would vie, so we didn't like each other! My best friend had two phone lines. On the end of one of them, she let my enemy then listen in on me as my best friend was getting my confessions out of me! Dang Margo heard them all! And I saw red. I slammed the phone down, and then down the street I marched to my friend's house. I felt no dread. But great hurt filled me. I would not retreat! I pounded on my friend's door righteously because I'd felt as if I had been slapped. My mom, unused to such display from me, was so impressed, when I got home, she clapped! Nov 30, 2017 End Note: Margo got pregnant right out of junior high and had to marry Danny. They were divorced a few years later!