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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

You are all probably wondering- who is Allison. Alison was a girl who I befriended. I didn’t want to be her friend it the beginning but it was obvious she was unhappy and no one was doing anything to help her, so one day I chose to sit next to her and my life changed that day. Three years later a lot had happened. A teacher had called me into her office saying I had to try harder to be friends with Alison but Alison didn’t want to try and told the teacher I had been bullying her. I had tried being nice and I had gotten it thrown back at my face, she had betrayed me. But I took it to the chin and told the teacher I hadn’t done anything, but obviously the teacher took her side. From that moment on, I vowed to be indifferent towards her. But one day she came to me and showed me her wrist, a wrist full of cuts.

Now, from that day on I made another vow. I vowed to support her and put our differences aside. Our friendship was a weird one, it consisted of me talking to her about her family problems and trying to solve them. I supported her as much as I could but I could never fully forget what she had done to me. And then one day she told me she was a lesbian. It didn’t change anything, if anything I knew all along. The facades she would put on when there was a boy around were fake, it surprised me that no one noticed, or maybe they just didn’t care. Anyway, one day a teacher walked into our room and told us that Alison had overdosed, she was alive but she was leaving school. In the beginning I felt like I had failed her because I didn’t notice this happening. But I was just a child to and I began to understand the real story behind Alison.

It affected me more because I knew everything and I contemplated telling the teachers, but decided against it. Nobody needed to know, this would be our little secret.

*Present time*

Goodbye parties were the worst in my opinion. Everyone would pretend to like the person and tell stories of their friendship and in reality these stories had happened in nursery, not yesterday. I was hoping my party would be different...but it wasn’t.

“Oh do you remember when we painted that picture together, Sandra?” Sian said, she was one of those popular peppy girls no one liked. With her nasally voice, blonde hair and blue eyes, boys loved her.

“Oh yeah, primary school wasn’t it.” I muttered sarcastically but no one heard me as the next story had already begun.