I feel heavy hearted every time I think of this...

I was in 5th grade and wasn't very popular, still awkward looking and very lost inside. There was a girl, Diana, who everyone picked on all the time. You could say she was the class freak, she didn't really have friends, played by herself at recess. She was just strange to us idiotic kids. One day in an attempt to look cool in front of the popular kids, I wrote the word "bitch" in sharpie on the back of her pink leather jacket as we all were leaving to recess. I don't even know why I knew that word back then. Needless to say the second she saw it, when we all had walked back she was in complete shock. She couldn't even find the words to say anything, all she did was cry. The teacher demanded to know who had done it. But no one said a word. My heart sank to my feet. How could I have been so cruel. I thought only of the action, but not how it would affect her. She didn't come back to class for a while. And when she did she was more distant than ever.

Time changes you and the years passed, Diana and I actually became friends in a weird turn of events. We talked on the phone, hung out at the mall, watched movies. I never had the heart to tell her it was me who had done that terrible thing back in 5th grade. At the end of our 8th grade year Diana got sick. She was diagnosed with cancer which would took her from us a few months later. She was a wonderful person. I'm happy I got the chance to befriend her and know what a wonderful laugh she had.

The funeral is where it hit me hard, her mother came up to me, holding back tears, and thanked me for, "always being such a good friend to her daughter." My heart sunk once again. I will forever carry it with me, the torment of knowing what I was capable of. And that I made my friend have the worse experience of her life.