Middle School Life-Personal Narrative

It was a day like any. School had just started. Little did I know it would be the worst. A day to remember for the rest of my middle school life. But I would also learn, something very important. I was sitting down in band class halfway done with the day. And my friend comes in and sits right next to me. And she turns to face me. I realize that and turn to face her as well. “Hey so I guess you know who I like.” I whisper to her. Not knowing the consequence of my action at the moment. “No! What, wait tell me!” She shouts for everyone to hear. Suddenly, I realize the big mistake I have made. “Shh, I will tell you only if you promise not to tell,” I say to her. Calmly, but with some anxiety creeping up ready to attack me.
I the whisper the name of a boy into her ear, ever so quietly so no one else can hear. Just as I finish her eyes light up like they were hanging on to my very last word, and her face goes crazy. “What you like him!” She whispers back at me. I nod in agreement, to her very last word.
This really nice kid. Tristan. She then gets up, walks over to him, gestures her hand to me, and says something to him. I could feel my face Steaming, and could just imagine the faint tint of pink/red on my face, JUst like his turned to be. Eventually, band class was almost over considering that, the day was almost over only 3 more periods left. Reassuring myself that this was the only period i had with him, and he wouldn’t think much of it. The bell rang confirming time to go, and i rush out the door as fast as i can and run down the hall heading towards robotics.
Finally, school was over for the day, and all the anxiety had been put away as I slowly walked up the steps of the bus. My friend like always saved me a seat next to her, and I decided to tell her about my long terrible day at school. She seemed to listen very well, considering it well … seemed to me be the most boring story ever, and not to mention embarrassing. When I got home I had decided that I would confront him myself than hiding forever from him. So I decided to shoot him a message. After seconds of pressing send I felt instant regret. I kept yelling at myself for doing so. I realized that maybe I still had a shot with being friends with
him. I realize now that I could have avoided anything like this to happen since band class and not mention anything at all, but I clearly thought it was a good I must always reassure what I’m doing is okay with myself, when i got home that afternoon, I had enough time to realize I was wrong. I have learned from my decisions that they will affect me in my very near or far future. Just depending on my actions will they be good, or bad.