My friend stood, making her way to the door.
"Hazel, wait! I didn't mean-"
"I'll come see you later, when you're in a better mood." And she left.
"Aaaarrggghhhh!" My head fell into my hands. I was horrible; Was there anything worse I could have said? I wouldn't be surprised if Hazel never talked to me again. I wouldn't if I was her. Tears fell from my eyes, catching in my palms.
I felt ridiculously sad. Not just remorseful, though I was. I cried for half an hour on the bed, until my stomach grumbled. Sniffling, I made my way to the kitchen where I grabbed a package of bacon from the fridge. Throwing into a pan, I turned it on high letting the juicy meat get crispy. I cooked the whole package and grabbed another. Setting my heaping pile on a plate, I brought it back to the bed and snugg
