My Paws

To this day I still think about the one and only person who has a grudge with me. It has been ten years since I met him and still do not know why he still has one with me. Every time I see him he acts like a different person around me, like I was dead to him. The thing that might've started it all was on a Friday night. I was in 7th grade and I was sitting with my friends at a high school basketball game. Our middle school student section sat right behind the high school’s. My mom was only a few rows away from me and she texted me. The clock was winding down to half time and she asked if I was hungry and wanted a snack. I rushed over there to grab a opened package of skittles. At the time, I didn't know they were opened, she put the opened
He didn't say anything to me till paws. Paws were small groups of events, kids were interested in and were held every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. My “paws” was sports. You learned about sport injuries, and how to treat them, news about college and pro sports and the athletes, and played games. Mr. Lane was my paws teacher. We were lined up ready to play a game and he was separating the groups. I don't know how but I was the second to last one in the line, where I knew right there he was going to talk to me. I tried looking for ways out but when he got to me, he pointed to the kid behind me and directed him to his team and pulled me aside. He told me that he was sorry and said that I didn't help clean any of the skittles up, at that point I started tearing up because it reminded me of that horrible night . He also said I need to own up and take responsibility for my mistakes. I nodded my head and acted like I was interested in what he had to say, after that I went over to my team and acted like nothing ever happened. Thinking back on the painful memory. That night where I had to use the mom card to back me up, and where I lied to him might have been the reason he still holds a grudge on me. I may never