By third grade, we barely hung out. She had her circle of friends and I had mine. Pretty soon, she fitted perfectly in the popular crowd. Meanwhile, I stuck to being a normal, average student. I never hated her for leaving me. Maybe it was me who left her. But we went in our own ways. But there was always a small part of me shouting out, Can't we be friends again?
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Forever Friend
Short StoryA story based on my my childhood. Its story about friendship. Friends come and go. But are you a friend enough to let them go?
