The Betrayal in My Life (Part 1)
This is a true story, but I changed all the names (except mine, which is already here). This happened a little over a year ago. Ignore any mistakes, please. I need to get this out.
I sigh as I slam my locker. Looking at my friend next to me, I suddenly become exasperated.
"Really, Jen, this is stupid." I tell her.
"What? The fact that this is a stupid school? I really think it's making me depressed. I swear." She complains. We have had this conversation only about a million times. Jen, the drama queen. Making everything wrong with her seem like the schools fault. Right. I turn around, not wanting to face her anymore, especially right now. She had even gone to look at another school already. One that didn't give you homework and gave them every Friday off. Dang private schools.
"Sam?" she looks at me like she's worried. "Are you okay?"
I sigh. "Yeah. Just peachy. Now lets get to 6th period already. We're going to be late."
"Oh, fine. I'm coming." She ran to catch up to me. Recently, Jen and I were drifting apart. We were still best friends, but our friendship was on, or close to, the last straw. It was almost time for us to buy more. (ha ha. My attempt at a joke.) But on a more serious note, she was getting way off who she was. She was dating guys 4 years older than her, with piercings even though she hated that people "ruined gods work of art". Yeah, the freaking hypocrite. If she really believed that, she wouldn't cake her face with makeup and dye her hair 7 different shades of blonde and brown. How's that for changing the way god made her.
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The bell rings, telling us to go home.
"Yes! The end of the day! I live for this!" Jen exclaimed. Of course, that's only because she hates our school from her head to her toes. "Well, bye Sam!" she runs off. Well, I don't have to think about her right now. I only have to think about the weekend. Sweet relief. From, Jen, not from school. She makes school stressful. All her complaining and makeup gets on my nerves lately. Maybe I'll forgive her on Monday, but for now I just want to go home.
End part one.
"Really, Jen, this is stupid." I tell her.
"What? The fact that this is a stupid school? I really think it's making me depressed. I swear." She complains. We have had this conversation only about a million times. Jen, the drama queen. Making everything wrong with her seem like the schools fault. Right. I turn around, not wanting to face her anymore, especially right now. She had even gone to look at another school already. One that didn't give you homework and gave them every Friday off. Dang private schools.
"Sam?" she looks at me like she's worried. "Are you okay?"
I sigh. "Yeah. Just peachy. Now lets get to 6th period already. We're going to be late."
"Oh, fine. I'm coming." She ran to catch up to me. Recently, Jen and I were drifting apart. We were still best friends, but our friendship was on, or close to, the last straw. It was almost time for us to buy more. (ha ha. My attempt at a joke.) But on a more serious note, she was getting way off who she was. She was dating guys 4 years older than her, with piercings even though she hated that people "ruined gods work of art". Yeah, the freaking hypocrite. If she really believed that, she wouldn't cake her face with makeup and dye her hair 7 different shades of blonde and brown. How's that for changing the way god made her.
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The bell rings, telling us to go home.
"Yes! The end of the day! I live for this!" Jen exclaimed. Of course, that's only because she hates our school from her head to her toes. "Well, bye Sam!" she runs off. Well, I don't have to think about her right now. I only have to think about the weekend. Sweet relief. From, Jen, not from school. She makes school stressful. All her complaining and makeup gets on my nerves lately. Maybe I'll forgive her on Monday, but for now I just want to go home.
End part one.
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