Boys are so troublesome.
I don't know what's happened. It's like all of the sudden I don't exsist to him. I'm just another teenager roaming the halls. We both truely cared for each other, how can it all just be gone? I still don't understand. I thought about this all last period. When the bell rang I went out into the hall and, of course, saw him. I smiled and nodded at him. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before quickly looking away.
That's when I broke down.
As I walked out of the doors of the school I began to cry. Silently, but it was obvious. I shivered and my face grew red as tears messed up my mascara and ran down my cheeks. My friends Ally and Madi approached me and stood awkwardly around me, not knowing what to do. Finally Ally leaned in to give me a hug and I dug my face into her shoulder and shook pitifully. I was too upset to even explain what was wrong.
Later that day I lay on my bed, not knowing why God would let such horrible things happen to 13-year-old girls. I then thought back to a few days earlier when I was comforting one of my friends.
He is having a really hard time in his life. He told me what was going on and then told me he was kind of angry with God for letting all of this happen. I told him that God isn't just trying to give us a hard time, but he gives us trials because he knows we are strong and that we have the potential to become even stronger.
As I remembered this sitting in sacrament meeting, my knees straightened and I shot out of the pew almost unwillingly. I walked slowly up to the stand. As I shared my thoughts, my hands trembled and my voice shook so much I'm not sure how anyone understood what I was saying. When I sat down I was exceedingly embarassed but relieved all at once.
But I know that's true, it's what keeps me going on these hard days. And even though we all have our unique trials, we ALL have the potential to become stronger.