After school that day I ran home to tell my mom want happened. But relized that it was my dads weekend and I had to get ready. When he picks me up he looks at me and says "you look miserable" and I agreed and as I went to tell him what happened he started to talk about his work. So I kept my mouth shut I figured I was an hour away from the drama and it would be a relaxing weekend. Ha wrong again I turned on my phone and had over 100 messages and they were all from what was my group of friends they were talking about how they were gonna whoop my ass and how I am a dirty slut who was gonna die from an STD. I tried takeing the smart way out and telling my couches but they wouldn't believe me because all the girls that were messing with me was couches pets. So I took screenshots of the conversations and e-mailed them to my theatre arts teacher and she was able to notify the principle about it. So are principle started to talk to everyone individually and that just made it worst the next day I was surrounded by what used to be my friends. All of them taking about how they were gonna hurt me and embarrasse me. It got to the point I had to call my mom and have her pick me up.
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Who Am I Anymore?
Short StoryI have been threw alot so far in life and as i look around i see i am not the only one going threw these problems. People ain't what the seem like and sooner or later you will find that out.
