~Short Stories~

Third Wheel

Two in one day?! What kind of motivation I have?! Or maybe I'm just bored. Oh well.

Now who knew, that my closest friend in my class, betrayed me.

Well, she hasn't been talking to me for a while and it's bothering me a lot. She's been talking to someone else, Charlie. I don't know why, I just see her as a quiet person that doesn't really talk much. But she's pretty, pretty annoying. I'm not one to get jealous, it's unusual actually. I just brush it off and play the third wheel. It's been like that for a long time, like 6 years?

Ever since I was little, I was always the third wheel. Only hanging out with them because I'm too scared to lose friends. And whenever I do, it hurts. Every year I lose friends. Every year I gain friends. But some friends that I lose hurts so much.

I wonder why I'm so forgettable. Why I'm so replaceable. It hurts so much, every day I can feel them distance their selves from me. Each night I cry myself to sleep. My mom is getting worried about my mental health, but I don't care, my friends are so important to me. I don't care if I die, as long as my friends lived happy, then I am. I'm slowly disappearing from their memories, being replaced by someone more important to them.
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I'll always be the third wheel. No doubt.