Ever get that feeling that the friends you have aren't your real friends. I did.
In the past, I've encountered many different types of people. Nice people, mean people. Happy people, sad people. Introverts and extroverts. I'm not any of those things. Or, I'm all of those things rather.
Me, my name is Bridget. They don't call me by my given name though. No, they have a lot of other names to call me so there's no point in using my real one right?
It wasn't always that way though. They used to like me. Everyday at lunch no one could separate us. Sometimes we'd all match outfits just because people were always taking our picture and posting it with the #squadgoals everytime.
We used to be friends. Everything is different now though. I've forgotten their real names because I had names of my own to call them as well. Except, the names I came up with for them, were compliments.
Anyway, I'm done protecting them, it's time the truth comes out. One petal at a time.
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Bridget's Rose Petals
HorrorThese days, loyalty is rare. But betrayal is as common as a cold. She has a story to tell, one petal at a time...
