Ever So Confused!

I whip out my phone.
I must tell my friend that something funny has happened.
I scan through my contacts until i reach the name i need.
I press the button.
I begin to type out my message.
But then I remember,
What happened yesterday.
At the mountain.
That awkward conversation.
Just normally talking.
Then a statement that hurt.
Not a bad pain.
Just like a tiny sliver that sticks out.
But its enough to hurt,
When it is sent by one of your best friends.
The conversation just ends with,
"Oh thats unfortunate for you."
"Yepp."
"Sorry about that."
"Yeah..."
And it ends there.
Now its today.
I text her.
But theres no response.
Later i try again.
Nothing.
Again?
Zip.
Eventually I confront the problem striaght up.
But that is after people are telling me that they have been texting back and forth.
Still nothing.
Is her phone dead?
Am I being ignored?
Why is there this tension between friends?
Oh please not again.
I could not go through this again.
Not after the Fall and Winter.
Back home things arent any better.
I go back next weekend.
But I dont know who I will see.
I know I will see the people.
But I don't know if I will really see them, or just shadows of what they were.
Its all changed.
Its all different.
I doesn't need to be.
But one bad choice changed it all.
I am out of the loop.
At the sleepovers.
They converse about people who i have never heard of.
At their school.
And I try and tell them about my friends, that they have never met.
Its like an invisible wall blockaded between us.
We can only really talk about past memories.
And memories can run out.
We can just keep talking about them.
But nothing new has happened.
And now bad memories are attacking and slaughtering the good ones.
Because of that one single bad choice.
Everything will be different when I go back.
And school tomorrow.
How will i confront my friend.
Who hasn't responded.
That doesn't make them a bad person.
No, not at all.
It just leaves me wondering.
What have I done?
I don't recall saying anything offensive.
Am I just too immature for her taste?
Since when was there a race?
Does she want to get wrinkles first?
Too me, i would pass.
I dont see the rush to grow up.
I think.
And think.
But I cant think of anything that i have done.
So i sit in silence.
Staring at my phone.
Nothing.