My stomach felt cramped and twisted. I could not tell Kriss my one and only secret I kept since kindergarten.

It was tragic.

---FLASHBACK FROM KINDERGARTEN--

I was just having lunch with my best friend, Dinna, when Jemima sat at our table. We looked at her.

"What do ya want, J?" Dinna put her hands on her hips which we all knew she meant buisness. Plus, she still had her Scottish accent.

"I need to talk to Ally, alone." She sneered (when she said 'alone', she meant 'aloooone'). I look at Dinna.

"Dont worry, Dinna. I will be ok. I promise." I was a sweet girl back then; a small, short pigtailed, overall-wearing sweet girl back then.

Dinna shrugged. I got up and walked with Jemima. She still had that evil sneer. We walked to the corner of the room. I fold my arms, quitting my sweet-girl mood.

"What do you want, Jemi-" I began before she punched me. For NO REASON!

"Gurl, you know what I want! I. Want. You. DEAD!" She screamed.

She punched me again before tripping me dead. My head felt like a peice of torn paper.

"Cool!" someone yelled.

Soon, the whole class was yelling, "Fight, fight, fight, fight..."

Jemima punched and kicked and swung at me. "Good thing I got these skills from my mom, Jasmine." She sneered. I was covered with scars, bruises, and a pink eye.

"W-Why, Je-*cough* Jemima?" I croak. She laughs evilly before leaving back to our table. I ran to the bathroom. Until I heard Dinna. I began to eavesdrop.

"Ay, J. Wheres Ally?" Dinna asked.

"Oh, shes in the bathroom cleaning up." Jemima grinned.

I ran into one of the bathroom stalls and cries into the toilet.

---END OF FLASHBACK---

I didn't want to tell him. I wanted to wait until the time was right.

Tomorrow.