Our Friendship Matters
As we pulled out of the driveway, Dad waved
goodbye. I could picture the smile on his face once he
walked into the house and noticed Mom was cooking
“So, how is the public-school life at Eastview High?”
I asked Ricardo. “Other than Chester beating your guys
Our Friendship Matters Kimberley B. Jones
“Ya’ll just have better resources than us,” Ricardo
“How come we couldn’t just be good at what we
“What! Anyway . . . Eastview is great, I guess, but
we are dealing with some issues. It’s our senior year and
I am just thinking about leaving this place.”
“Why would you want to leave?”
“Because I feel trapped in a box. Everywhere I go, I
feel like a suspect.”
“A suspect, what makes you think that? You
shouldn’t feel like that,” I said as my brow lifted from
“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t understand because you
go to this perfect private school and stay in this big,
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m sorry. Just drop me off at the next block. I got it
I pulled to the curb and, as Ricardo got out of the car,
he leaned against the closed door—with half his body
leaning over the window—and said, “Wake up and find
out who you really are.”
I squinted my eyes, “Okay.” I drove off. Why would
he say such a thing to me?
Going home wasn’t an option, and Ricardo had been
making this so easy for me. I missed his friendship so
much. We laughed and talked about things I liked to talk
about, and so much more. Yes, we flirted, but we didn’t
overstep any boundaries. Leo and I were no more, so
technically I wasn’t cheating on anyone.
“I apologize for running out of the meeting the other
day, but it was too much information for me to process. I
went on a scavenger hunt on the Internet to find out
more of what happened to Mitchell.”
“This really has your attention.”
“Yeah, at Chester the kids are different. Either the
kids have cars or we aren’t allowed to walk home for
safety reasons. But literally almost everyone has their
“Why did you stop coming over to play when we
I hesitated; when me and Leah became friends, I
made her my focus.
“I guess things changed for me, but I do miss our
friendship. We grew apart because of the different
schools we attended.”
I missed out on so much throughout the years. I threw
our friendship away, but fate brought us together again.
“I should be headed home because it’s almost time
for dinner, so I’ll see you later.”
“Why don’t you take my number, just in case you
want to call me some time,” he said.
I walked home, dragging my legs from Ricardo’s
house. I couldn’t get my mind off of him.
As I pulled up into Ricardo’s driveway, Victoria and
two other girls who attended Eastview were standing
there holding signs that said, “Justice for Mitchell.” I
was sweating more than ever. Scared of both the police
and the girls I didn’t even know who were going to be
getting into my car.
“I didn’t know you were doing signs. I would’ve
made me one.”
Ricardo and some guys were busy placing things in
the car's trunk.
“Are you okay? The time is now,” said Ricardo.
“I’m ready but a little nervous, too.”
“You shouldn’t be nervous. All we are going to do is
go downtown and making a statement that we want
justice. Once we are done, we’ll come back home. I
won’t let anything happen to you but, if something
breaks out, I need you to look for Victoria and get in
your car and go home. And if something happens to me,
I need you to look for Victoria then go to my house and
warn my peeps.”
As the girls got into my car, Victoria told me I could
march, and chant the same thing they were planning on
I was missing Leah. This could have been a positive
moment that we could’ve shared together. I was still
hoping she would come to her senses and realize that our
fight from our disagreement was all crazy.
We arrived downtown, and I parked in the garage.
“Why didn’t you park on the streets?” Victoria said.
“My parents always told me to park in the garage so
nothing would happen to my car.”
She laughed at me and said, “Well, you are driving a
Mercedes. I would do the same if I had an expensive