My Memory Log

Traitor #1

Here is a chapter for one of my two best friends turned enemies. Abbie and Danielle. Abbie is this chapter.

Abbie

The earliest I remember of her is in first grade she choked on a hot dog. (preface... jk.) The week before second grade started I was out at this ice cream place talking to my parents about it when she actually ended up going there at the same time. We started talking and thus-a friendship grew.

In second grade we ended up in the same class. We became BESTIES (yay.) and always hung out until she broke her arm doing a cartwheel at recess one day. She decided she would pick one friend to help her and she chose Sam, someone she barely talked to, over me Whatever, I had Ashley and Madison  and when we got into fights, sometimes Sam and Abbie let me third wheel with them.

Our real friendship was the summer between second and third grade. We hung out ALL THE TIME. Literally we went over each other's houses every other day. At one point I stayed over her house for six days in a row. I was the first ever friend to sleep over her house. Sam never stayed over the night- I felt accomplished. 

(I just wanna quickly point out that Sam is actually really nice and hasn't been friends with Abbie longer than I haven't.)

We went to her grandma's house and swam all the time. We made videos. We played with her dolls because she knew that I wasn't allowed to have Bratz dolls-since my mom didn't approve of the name. 

We even had a thing! You know the episode of Suite life on Deck where Cody and Bailey sneak around after curfew and have that thing where they do the slow motions run and then slam into each other and fall down? Me and her used to perform that scene for her parents every time I came over.

We created dances to different songs and sang at the top of our lungs. We prank called her boyfriend at the time, Justin-who's a douche bag just like her now. *cough* I'm sorry. We had friendship bracelets and she kept her side locked inside her lucky jewelry kit. We would do each others make up. We would go on Club Penguin everyday. We would play games that my mom wouldn't buy me, but her mom bought her.

We had fun. We had true, strong friendship.

Then in third grade we weren't in the same class. It was cool, we still were on the same bus. We still had our friendship bracelets. I still invited her to my sister's birthday party. (Traitor #2 who I'll also write about went instead.) The thing is, she made friends with Gretchen. Gretchen changed my Abbie into the popular girl she is today- and I will never forgive her for that. She took my best friend from me.

Fourth grade is when it officially ended. We didn't talk to each other. I made new friends with traitor 2 and she had Gretchen.

Fifth grade is when I officially proclaimed her my enemy. Originally she was just the girl I used to know. But in show choir when I missed getting my spots so Miss. O N'eal told me to go in the back end and try and catch up-I went in 'Abbie's spot.' I rolled my eyes and sighed when Gretchen started telling me to go away because that was Abbie's spot.

Abbie said, "You're seriously rolling your eyes at me? Me?" 

I said, "No, I was rolling my eyes at her. Not everything is about you."

That's when it was all done.

Me and my best friend at the time (also my best friend since kindergarten who I apparently haven't mentioned yet omg) Crea came up with a lame fifth grade name for her friend group, "The Prisses." (I said the pussys and Crea changed it.)

Sixth grade. Never even saw her face.

Seventh grade we were in the same PE class and she had this 'condition' that made it hurt whenever she walked so she never did PE. This is the year I fractured my elbow and was stuck hanging out with her everyday. We actually had three conversations, all that lasted two minutes and involved no fight. One including an eyeroll from her though.

I just can't help but feel betrayed when I think of her. She threw away my friendship bracelet. I was talking to one of her newer friends a few years ago and they mentioned it. 

I still have mine.

I don't know why... I guess it just reminds me of that summer between second and third grade when my life was serious goals. 

If you were to ask me if I miss Abbie I would answer yes immediately. I miss Abbie- the old Abbie who had burping contests with me and her dad. Not this one.