Hello to the Lovely Green, you'll fall in love with her.
-blue
Ever since I was little, Cindy and I were best friends. We would go to the park together as tiny third graders ripe from learning multiplication and push each other up and down on swings, laughing about the boys who chased us and the girls who weren't as smart as us.
Cindy and I were always together. My mother called us the "inseparable twins". As I grew older, though, Cindy and I became more independent and spent less time with one another. People thought that our friendship wasn't real, and one girl teased me, saying that I had no friends. When I went home that afternoon, I told her all about the mean 16 year old, and Cindy's porcelain skin seemed to darken with anger as she assured me that she would take care of this bully. I was grateful to have such a friend.
The mean girl was taken care of. She was found dead in a ditch the next morning. The authorities concluded that a freak accident caused her car to run off the road, ejecting her out the front window.
I should've felt bad, but instead, I felt excited. I had power from Cindy. No one could bother me anymore. Cindy and I grew closer once again, and she took care of any hurtful people around me.
When I first told my mother about Cindy's anger and solutions to my problems, she looked at me as though I was a wild beast. She softly explained that it was impossible to do all these horrible things, and she told me that maybe it was all a coincidence. I got into a very large argument with my mother that day, and in my angry state, I went to Cindy.
My mother died the next morning from arsenic poisoning. Somehow, it got into her morning coffee. I'd like to say I am grieving, but I can't. Instead I covered her old home with mirrors, so I can talk to Cindy whenever I look at the walls. Good friends are hard to keep, but you can always count on yourself.
Written by greentealows
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