Maria is still not talking to me.

　　On Tuesday,I endured it,hoping her mood swing would pass but she didn't say a word to me.Even now,as we are strolling to our lockers,she's quiet.Too quiet and unlike herself.I poke her,she raises a perfectly tweezed brow at me but keeps mute.My shoulders deflate,I clasp my hands and muster my best puppy eyes.In reply,she slams her locker door and sashays out of my sight.

　　Nice one,Maria,best friend ever.

　　I don't ...