As I passed Ann today she had tears running down her face. All I could think was last time I went and I fixed her broken pieces and then the next day I didn't exist. I knew she'd do it again but as I ran into the bathroom behind her I shouted "hey Ann wait up". We talked about what had happened once again girl drama. I waited until she was alright and then I returned to 2nd block.
Later that day I saw her and asked her how she was. She acted like we hadn't talked in years. She was doing it again which wasn't very suprising. But a part of me had always wanted our friendship back. I have friends now, but I don't have the blonde to my brunette. I have friends but they are not like a sister.
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My Once Best Friend
Short StoryShe was my Bestest Friend then with in a blink she was gone forever.
