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lingering in the air. The lockers were a royal blue, displaying our school blue and white colors—and they were large, and I mean High School Musical large. Our school motto was literally, "Go big or go home." We had big windows (for no reason), big bathrooms with big stalls, big classrooms with big equipment, and so on and so forth. I stopped in my tracks as my ex-best friend came into view. My breath got caught in my throat as the last day that we spent together as best friends flashed through my head. I looked over at Mecca for the first time since she finished telling me her news. I watched as tears ran down her cheeks, and I knew it was from all the emotions she was feeling. Looking in her eyes, I took her in my arms. I knew she was scared. She made it clear she was on her own with this. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away before she could see it. This was about Mecca, not me, and I wasn't about to make it about me. I shushed her and hugged her closer to my body as her once silent cries became sobs, and everything really began to sink in. Her whole life was about to change because of one night, and it wasn't

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2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...

2020 Leadership Journal E-book  

A leadership journal written by girls from Newark, NJ to cultivate courageous conversations and action. Purchase your copy at theleadershipj...