My Ex-Best-Friend

It’s very hard to tell fake friends from true friends. I had a friend for year seven, who I literally thought was my best-friend. I was so wrong.

Me and this girl called Tia got really close through half-way of year seven, I even had an argument with my ‘true’ friends because I was leaving them for Tia. We always used to have hour long conversations and our talks were so funny. I loved her like a sister and she loved me too.

In year 7 my year group went on a residential trip to a place called Halls Green. The trip was supposed make our friendships stronger and better but it made me and Tia’s worse. To be honest I didn’t do anything to her, but according to her I was talking about her behind her back.

From then on we just didn’t talk. She would call me an ugly child, a devil etc. She even told my friends not to talk to me. Since everyone in my class was basically scared of Tia, no-one would tell her that what she was doing was wrong (not even my friends.) Tia made my life hell. The thing that gets me annoyed, even to this day is that I allowed her to get to me. I would cry everyday at school and always go to the nurse’s office. I became very anti-social in school. It seemed that I had no true friends. I pretended to be sick, so I could stay at home, just so I wouldn’t have to deal with Tia’s hassle.

It got so bad, so I had to tell a teacher. Teachers in my school were actually useless, they didn’t make anything better. They told Tia off, but that would just get her even angrier and she would just take it out on me. It got really bad. One day I just couldn’t take it any more. I started shouting at her and telling her to ‘bang in my face’ since she always seemed to say she was going to do that. Tia was all mouth and no action!

Good Girl Gone Bad

After the whole Tia situation, I decide to move forms. It was the best thing to do. I settled really quickly in my new form. That was down to a girl called Milan. She made me feel really welcome and a part of my new class.

Milan was really nice, sweet and caring. We realised we had a lot in common. Everyone would tell me that I brought out the best in her and I made her a better person. She just seemed so sweet, but she fell for a girl’s biggest weakness… BOYS.

I and my friend used to hang with some boys from my area.  We introduced them to Milan and she instantly got on with them (maybe a little too well). She started to make boys her first priority. This really wasn’t a good thing because she started changing.

She changed for the worse. From the pictures she was taking to who she started hanging with. I warned Milan countless numbers of times that the boys are not her friends, but she didn’t want to listen to me. There was nothing else I could do. She was in the makings to becoming a ‘sket.’

All the boys that she claimed to be her ‘friends’ were calling her a hoe and saying how she did ‘things’ for them. I and my friend Precious stuck up for her as much as we could, but all she did was throw back in our faces. She continued hanging with them boys and then we found out how she was talking about us behind our backs. When we could confront her and ask her why she told, she would just simply say ‘because they asked me and they promised they wouldn’t say anything.’ It was obvious that Milan didn’t value our friendship enough, I ended it.

My Boy Best-Friend

I love Kieran to bits. He’s such a great friend and he’s always there for me. To be honest I find that boys are better friends than girls. Girls just talk about everyone, boys are more humble.

Everyone always automatically assume that me and Kieran go out. I love Kieran like a brother, nothing more. Kieran and I are basically twins. He’s only a couple hours younger than me. We have good conversations on the phone and in person. He’s just such a great person.

I can trust Kieran with my life, although I have only known him for a year. He’s not like other boys. He’s different and he has a lot of respect. He’s any girls dream boy.

I love my friends and I hate them at the same time. I can only count my real friends on one hand and that’s all the friends I need.

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