This book is trusting. The author is not. Blah, blah, blah... Let's get to the story. This includes three people, whose names I will not mention, so let's call them Stacy, Dave, and Rachel. Rachel is one of my closest friends, while Stacy and Dave were assholes. We all had one group chat on Facebook. Stacy and Dave hated me. That I knew. However, I did not know that they had a group chat specifically created to make fun of me. If you've ever been on Facebook, then you know that it takes 3 or more people to make a chat. Who was the third person? Why, it was my friend Rachel. It turns out, they had been complaining about how annoying I am at the same time as talking to me. I remember my friend laughing at her phone without telling me why. I remember talking to her, and her just typing something after staring at me blankly. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I hated the thought that my friends actually despised me (although I suspected it), so I ignored the signs. Before I end this chapter, my dear imaginary readers, would you like to know just how pathetic I am? I'm still friends with Rachel.
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A Normal Book
Phi Hư CấuThis book is normal. The author isn't. The author is untrusting, desperate, and scared of embarrassment. The author hates the author.
