THE DISASTER
Hi, I’m Imelda Martínez. Daughter of a single mum. My mum is THE BEST. Some rich mums don’t have their children’s time cause they are rich and have a lot of work to do. That’s the opposite of my mum.
Well, My BFFs are Lila, Tasha, Javier, Louis and Asher but High school wouldn’t be high school without a mean girl, right? For us, that’s Vanessa. She’s rich, stylish, and somehow always knows how to make people feel small. She walks down the hallway like it’s her personal runway, and everyone either wants to be her friend or fears being her enemy.
Today was supposed to be just another normal day at school. But it turned into the disaster.
It started in the cafeteria. Vanessa, the mean girl, decided she was bored and wanted to stir trouble. She walked straight to our table, smirking, and “accidentally” spilled her strawberry smoothie all over Lila’s sketchbook. Lila froze, her drawings ruined, her eyes filling with tears.
My friends jumped up, Javier shouted at Vanessa, Louis tried to calm everyone down, and Asher stood between us like a shield. Tasha was ready to fight, fists clenched. And me? I felt my heart pounding like a drum.
But Vanessa wasn’t done. She laughed, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, and said, “Oops. Guess art isn’t for poor kids anyway.”
That’s when everything exploded. Tasha lunged forward, Javier shouted something that made half the cafeteria gasp, and trays went flying. Teachers rushed in, whistles blowing, voices yelling. It was chaos, food on the floor, kids screaming, Vanessa pretending to be the victim.
We all got dragged to the principal’s office. My mum had to leave work early to come in. She wasn’t angry at me, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. She said, “Imelda, I know you were defending your friend, but you must learn to fight with words, not fists.”
The disaster left us all shaken. Vanessa got away with just a warning, while my friends and I have detention for a week. Still, when we sat together afterward, Lila whispered, “Thank you for standing up for me.” And that made it worth it.
High school is messy, Diary. But even disasters can show who your real friends are.