Our Friendship Matters

Excerpt 1

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

lasagna.

“So, how is the public-school life at Eastview High?”

I asked Ricardo. “Other than Chester beating your guys

in sports.”

Our Friendship Matters Kimberley B. Jones

“Ya’ll just have better resources than us,” Ricardo

said.

“How come we couldn’t just be good at what we

do?”

“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

his response.

“Yeah, I know you wouldn’t understand because you

go to this perfect private school and stay in this big,

beautiful house.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m sorry. Just drop me off at the next block. I got it

from there.”

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?



Excerpt 2

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

own car.”

“Why did you stop coming over to play when we

were kids?”

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.

“Sure.”

I walked home, dragging my legs from Ricardo’s

house. I couldn’t get my mind off of him.


Excerpt 3

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

saying.

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

car.”