I could feel some guilt in what I did, but felt better because I thought about what she'd done to me. The world doesn't make sense to me anymore. Last night I dreamt about making eggs and adding too much salt. The mound of salt got bigger as I stared blankly at the microwave. I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was Shay, but made of salt. I woke up and splashed cold water on my face and screamed, realizing it was 8:00 and I was late for school. I ran down the street to my school, suddenly not being able to distinguish between reality and fiction. Shay looked at me in what seemed to be anger, but deep down I knew it was fear, after all, she USED to be my best friend. We got to school and then all of a sudden this boy ran from me, and so did everyone I passed. What was wrong with these people? The people who were fakes. The people who turned Shay into a fake "friend". The people who destroyed my belief in friendship and all things nice. The ones who destroyed the line between reality and fantasy. The ones I should thank for exploiting the fakes.
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Teen FictionShay and Italy were the best of friends, but a snap of a finger and that relationship is done to the point where you can't even tell that there was one. Will they patch it up?
