memory lane monday

When I was in junior high, I saw one of my friends cheating on an art test. Although I've been known to fib a little when it comes to board games, I would never ever ever cheat on anything in real life, and people who cheat make me angry. This friend had no idea that I saw what she did. I'm not sure why I did not confront her about it, but I was at my locker later that day and she came up to ask me a question. I simply ignored her and slammed my locker door shut. I simply refused to talk to her for several months after that, and the only reason I started talking to her again was because my mom made me. My parents had invited this girl's family over for dinner, and she didn't come with the rest of her family. So my mom told me to go talk to her. I didn't want to go, but I couldn't say no to my mom. She never asked why I had stopped talking to her, and I never apologized for treating her that way. But we picked right back up where we had left off and began being friends again.