I was sitting behind a girl called, Alisha. She was apparently the most popular kid in 8th grade. She was nice and asked me if I wanted to sit with her at lunch. So I asked her if Mia could come as well. She seemed ok with it. She had a whole group of friends who had voices like treacle. Sweet but a bit too sweet. They sounded fake. They had their nails done, freshly manicured, heavy make up, short skirts and crop tops. I didn't like it.
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Friends
Kort verhaalFriends are confusing, weird, but how will you know the difference between the real ones and the fake ones?
