This most likely won't be the only entry with this title. I screwed up. I screwed up so badly. I suppose this tale starts in 7th grade, when I had a group of two friends: Shelby and Lorna. Lorna's parents divorced, at the beginning of 7th grade, and she went to live with her mom, a far enough distance that she couldn't come to our school anymore. I was pretty broken up over it, but it seems all my groups of friends have an expiration date eventually.
Lorna came back this year, but she had become... English.
My class is the French class, and once you go to English, you can't go back to French. So, she became one of the basic English girls, with the phones in class, and the piercings, and the gossipiness.
I don't see her often anymore, just during the mixed classes for tech. We used to be best friends, but she changed. It all changed. A few days ago, we had a conversation:
Her: So, did you answer James's email asking you out?
Me: No
Her: Why?
Me: I found a better boyfriend. (No intention of telling who)
Her: (whispering) Is it Angus?
Me: (furious) Who told you?
That is where I screwed up. That's why Angus is most likely pacing his room trying to figure out how to keep it secret again. But if all these people keep betraying me, they're going to face the business end of my fury
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