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Chapter Eleven

So, let me just... Hold.

Ok, so I'm talking to my friend (we'll call her Emmy) about this sleepover she had at her house. She tells me that my other friend, we'll call her Bethany, lost her lipstick at the party. Well, she didn't lose it, actually. She had left it on the counter at Emmy's house. Emmy had torn the house apart looking for it. Very expensive black lipstick, mind you, which can be identified by it's broken cap. Anyways, so then she says that she can't find this one bra that she has and that she's pretty sure that our other friend, we'll say Greta, took it. Greta has a track record of being both a pathological liar and a kleptomaniac. If you don't know, a kleptomaniac basically steals everything. Anyways, she's stolen multiple makeup items, a dress, underwear (like, why?), and even a bracelet. She has lied about it every time, making the dumb descision of wearing the items she steals to school and claiming the same thing every time. Something along the lines of, "My aunt gave it to me from China on my birthday on New Years for Christmas..." I never said she was a good liar. Anyways, our other friend (we'll say Mona) is sleeping over at her house this weekend and plans to search for the lipstick. That was this morning. Legit, Greta walks in as we're talking about how Mona is going to get it back and she's wearing the damn lipstick. She's never worn it before, and she had told Mona just a few weeks ago how she wished she had black lipstick. We tried to get her to fess up to taking it, but she just kept to her terrible pathological lying and telling us that she "just never wears it" and that she "didn't take it".

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Sorry that rant was so long, I just feel the need to cut a bitch.

Like, seriously.

Should I trust her?

Help needed.

Please comment.

I don't at this point, but I wanted to know if any of you think I should give her a second chance.

Aight.

Well.

Bye.

-Aria