Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I stayed in my old school. Would all of my old friends still have broken my heart? Would they have betrayed me the way they did when I left? I used to think of going back to that small town. I used to think that I loved the people there. I used to hate it here.
Now I couldn't dream of going back. Wicked people reside in that town, and they're very good at hiding their twisted personalities. The people you think that you can trust are the worst of them all. Your best friend sleeps with your ex. Your ex convinces everyone you're pregnant. Your best friend deserts you for someone who will give it up easy.
They screw you over until you're ready to leave the stupid town. You have to cut all ties or they continue hurting you.
I'm glad I left. I wouldn't go back if I got paid to. The only time I go to that small town is when I have to pass through. The people there know where I went, but apparently three years means nothing to them. That's okay though, I've moved on. I know for a fact that they'll get what they deserve when the hidden secrets of that small town are revealed.
