Secret and Bus

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Secrets

When I was little, I didn’t think there was a reason to keep secrets. I never thought of the effect in telling someone’s secrets. However, one day one of my friends and I were hanging out after school and he decided to tell me something very personal. He said to never tell anyone. Of course, I didn’t think it was a big deal and started telling people.

When Bob and I got off the bus that day, I thought it was going to be like every other day. I didn’t know that it was going to be our last day as friends. We went to his house and started doing homework, like normal. I wasn’t the smartest, so Bob usually ended up helping me on most of my work.Then, he stopped in the middle of a problem and said there was something he needed to tell me. I kind of just laughed. I thought he was just joking.

When Bob told me he was going to be a father, I didn’t believe him. Then as we sat there in his room with our laptops, I looked into his eyes and realized what he was saying was true. I didn’t know how to reply. We sat in that room for what felt like forever. Finally, I managed to tell him I wouldn’t tell anyone. With my head spinning, I went home.

When I came into school the next morning, I told myself I was not going to tell anyone Bob’s secret story. I was at my locker when my friend Fred came up and started talking to me. He asked me why Bob had been acting so strange. I just couldn’t hold it in. I let lose and told Fred the whole story and at the end said, “But don’t tell anyone.” Thats’s how the rest of the day went, pretty much telling the secret to anyone who asked. At the end of the day, I realized a girl named Jen was glaring at me. Bob hadn’t told me who the girl from the secret was.

I didn’t know, getting off the bus that day, that it was going to be different than every other day. I didn’t know that Bob and I would take a separate path. I also didn’t think about how important keeping someone’s secret is. I used to be bad at keeping...
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