Ok, I am writing this blog entry on a nice day. I had to listen to a baby screaming on my way home from school. I haven't exactly had the best day ever.
So I was in gym today, a good friend of mine (in this story to be know as Person #1--easier to follow,) hit another friend of mine (henceforth in my story to be know as Person #2, for the same reason as above,) twice. The first time in the stomach, the second time something happened, and Person #2 was on his back on the ground.
Now, you have to understand. both Person #1 and Person #2 are friends of mine. When Person #2 was injured, I ran over to see if he was ok. It's natural instinct for me. If a friend is injured, I help them.
Well, there is a Person #3, who is a sorta friend of mine. This is what happens when we talk (or something like this, anyway):
Person #3: Go away, Ami, he's ok. Don't get involved.
Me: He my friend too. It's a free country, I have every right to make sure he is ok.
Person #3: Whatever. Just go play football, or whatever it is you're doing over there.
I walk away, flustered, even a little angry, and return to my game of (boring) football. The second time Person #2 is injured, I come over, and basically the same thing happens.
After the class, Person #1's and Person #2's teammates come over and start badgering Person #1on how big a loser he is, the typical teenage crap to make a teenager feel just that--crap. Being friends with both sides, I get them to stop. Person #1 is my friend too.
Do you think what I did was right? Should I have defended both sides? I want your opnions.
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