The Question of Loyalty

"No," I said, keeping my ground. "But we have to!" My friend pleaded, tugging at my arm. I bit my lip. "We'll get in trouble." I said nervously. "No we won't! I'll make sure we both get in and out as safe as can be." I shrugged my friend's arm away. "No. I don't want to do it. I'll get in more trouble than we're already in. The tutor is already gonna be steaming mad when she finds out we ran away." My friend groaned. "Why," my friend asked, "do you care so much about getting in trouble!?" I glared at my friend, hurt and surprised that they didn't understand. "Because getting in trouble isn't fun!" I yelled. "It's only fun if you're not a scardy-cat!" They responded angrily. When I still didn't budge, they turned around and said, "Whatever. I'll do it by myself. Alone."  They walked away.  I then walked in the other direction, found our tutor, and told her where my friend had gone. 

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had lost my friend. At least, it appeared that way. I turned to my side. I may not have been loyal to my friend, I thought, my eyes drooping, but I was loyal to myself.