“His mother is coming.” My mother's voice cracked as she spoke to me. I stared at her and waited for something that obviously would never happen. I was waiting for Katie to spill the truth so I could run to her and hug her. I just wanted to forgive her as much as she wanted that bracelet. However this never happened. He couldn't even look at me. This was his chance to make everything right. His last chance, but he didn't. On the car ride home my mother didn't speak to me. The only thing breaking the silence between us was the loud screech of his car. I knew I had a lot to explain but I had no idea how to start. Rather than worrying about my mother's feelings at the time, I was more concerned with the pain and betrayal I had suffered from Katie. It was a painful sensation. I haven't spoken to Katie much since that day. She never apologized or admitted that she was the one responsible for stealing the bracelet. I guess sometimes the people you think you can trust are the ones who are quick enough to stab you in the back to save themselves. And this is something I had learned at the age of fourteen and continue to live by