Stories From A Teenage Drama Queen

The Marie Story

A/N - All names in this story will be fake. Nothing else will be, I'm not going to stoop so low as to use real names. I'm currently in high school so the majority of the stories will be from middle school for now.

(My POV)

This story happened while we were in 7th grade. I wasn't too popular, my group of friends was around a group below the most popular kids. Marie, the focal point of this story, had been in our school since 6th grade but I guess the 'stresses' of middle school kept too much from going down. Before we let Marie into our friend group she was a loner that would do pretty much anything for attention. That should have been a red flag to us, but we were stupid. 

We let Marie into our friend group and she quickly opened up to us about how she would cut herself. To me it became very obvious that she was cutting for attention. People who are actually depressed and cut don't decide to tell basically complete strangers about all of their problems. The other people in my group fell into her trap. I told Marie that I would skip a meal every time she cut herself. She cut again and told me, but I ate lunch anyway because I forgot. Marie got very mad at me and we started fighting.

Marie tried to turn all of my friends against me, unsurprisingly it didn't work. Every time we got into a war of words in this first fight she started it. I wish I still had the evidence but I forgot how to get into my Kik. Once Marie realized she was losing this fight she would just stop talking, because she was a little bitch. In my opinion if you decide to start something you should be prepared to end it. She had recently stopped cutting so once she was being nice to me again we let her back into the group. I thought that the withdrawal from cutting was making her angry and easy to set off . I was wrong. 

The same thing happened around two more times before the last fight we had in person. Marie kept claiming as we neared 8th grade that she would be put into a mental institute. Personally I was ecstatic, she would finally get the help she needed and she would be out of my life. I only had to deal with her for 9 more weeks. Needless to stay we got into a large and explosive fight the last 5 weeks of school. Marie was a liar and she couldn't keep her lies straight, this will come into play in a paragraph or two. 

By this point I was so done with Marie, usually my friends and I tried to keep the drama in the friend group. This time however I told everyone what she was doing. I told the first person on a Tuesday (I believe) and by Friday everyone knew what was going on. By the next week she went from having around 20-30 friends/acquaintances to 2. The majority of that fall out was my doing and I don't regret it at all. I showed people our Kik messages and people quickly turned against her. It was at this time that my friend group at the time (around 14 people) found out that Marie had been coaching the 2 friends she had left on how to cut and what to use. This pissed all of us off. We ended that year with people hating her and she moved.

I thought all of the drama would pass now that Marie had moved. Well apparently that was a stupid notion on my part because this girl could not deal with being forgotten. Around half way through 8th grade Marie hits us up. Well more like Maries 'mom' hits us. This is the part where Marie being a horrible liar comes into play.

Marie killed herself, well she pretended to. Marie texted us over Kik personal suicide notes. I never got to see mine because I can't access my Kik but I'm almost positive it was her saying that this was all my fault and whatever. Marie kiked us pretending to be her mom to confirm that Marie had actually done it. My friends were besides themselves, my best friend was vomiting and sobbing. I knew it was a joke. I had known Marie long enough to know that any chance to get more attention she would take. I'm not trying to make myself seem like the only smart friend in my group, my friends are all very smart but they let their reasoning skills get clouded by emotion. Marie told my best friend Ann that she had slit her throat. Marie told another friend, Erin, that she had overdosed. Marie told someone else that she had hung herself. The final tale that Marie spun was that she slit her wrists. 

I think its obvious that Marie actually didn't kill herself. Marie has left us alone ever since and this is the end of story one.