“Why,” said my former best friend, Maria, “Why would you leave us, Lauren?
At that moment, I had a flashback. Yesterday I was picked up by the popular girls, snobbish, glamourous, with the most holier-than-thou attitude. They were jeering at Maria and Rose and I defended them. Their leader Mackenzie turned to me with a flick of her hair. I was prepared to retort to her witty remark but instead of lashing out at me, she put her hand on my shoulder and said,” Oh Laur, you’re one of the coolest and smartest girls in the grade. Join our gang, The MacZ’s.”
Her gang was the MacZ’s. And me thinking impulsively, at the spur of the moment made the biggest mistake of my life and agreed. As Maria and Rose said no, I turned to them and said,” Don’t be jealous of me Maria Thompson and Rose Peizer, just cause I’m better.” As the dispersal bell rang, I left with a glare.
Now here was Maria asking Why. I gave a scoff with a flick of my luscious locks leaving my former best friend sobbing. Then Kenzie came over and said,” Come on, Leave her.” As I was swept away by Kenzie, I realized I had broken my biggest rule of becoming a teenage cliché. We continued to jeer at the weaker ones who were my former friends. And I felt shallow being second-in-charge of the MacZ’s.
One fine day there was an incident that made me realize False friends are worse than open enemies. I had lost and been pummeled in dodgeball. I lay on the ground, unable to speak. I said in a whisper to Kenzie,” Help!”. But all she could say was,” Hey Cochrane, You’re now the hottest thing on Instagram, or as you might now think of it Instaspam!”. Then Maria and Rose helped me up and I realized that they were true friends and Mackenzie was a false one.
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
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