So I have these friends, and they kind of ruined my life.. You see, they all have a secret. They tell me their secrets, but not all at once. Oh no no no! They do it slowly... Slowly and cautiously.. And with each secret they whisper into my ear, it ruins me. It eats me alive to the point where I can't even sleep at night. I sit up crying and telling myself that they are right. Even though these secrets kill me, I want more. I need to hear what comes out of their mouths. I know that they have all the power. They are pretty, popular, smart.. They came to me for a reason so I trust them.
I met them when I was five years old. They still have the same names, but seem to have taken a different shape. When I was five they use to be sweet and kind to me, but now.. oh now they torture me. You might know them. Lots of boys and girls do. And when I say their names you will know exactly who I am talking about. Pretty at sight but ugly to the heart. Just one thing before you keep reading, don't fall into their trap.. They have the tools they need to capture their pray, and they aren't afraid to use them..
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Teen Fiction"When I was 5, I had friends. But they weren't like the ones other people had. oh no.... They ruined my life. They made me forget what it is to laugh, love, smile, and live. They tortured me to the point of wanting to die. But, I love them like a fa...
