Year 7 (pt 2)

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This year I also made a few other friends. I made friends with Samara who introduced me to Lauren and Charlotte. Charlotte and I are really good friends.

Aleah and I had our doubts on Chloe. She kept lying about things that were really getting on our nerves. Chloe told us she went to Military camp and that her teacher fell through the floor. She said that she almost killed the teacher and that she did that on purpose because she hated that teacher. That's only the first version.

A girl named Lisa joined our group and Chloe told the story but differently. She said that she put an airhorn on the teachers desk. The teacher fell through the floor and Chloe was freaking out that her "favourite" teacher was dead.
First of all. Chloe, you told 2 different stories.
2nd, you can't go to Military camp unless you 17-35. You're in Year 8. I'm also pretty sure you told em you were 13 or 14.

Aleah and I had enough of her shit and I Skyped Chloe deciding maybe a little scary prank would teach her a lesson.
Chloe got really scared, or was that her acting. Next day at school I didn't talk to Chloe but I did indulge in self harm.

Aleah and I were in a massive talk with Chloe on a group chat. Chloe kept sending me pictures that were obviously not taken by her.

The next day after the fight Chloe had printed the messages and was showing everyone of her friends.
Apparently everyone was on her side and that was bullshit. Aleah called Chloe a Bull Caro Artist. Chloe responded with calling Aleah and Cold hearted bitch. Obviously Chloe censored what she said so everyone else would be on her side.
I ran to Aleah who was at the canteen telling her everything. After getting her food she went straight to Chloe and the fight began.

I went home feeling ashamed and useless

At that point I was sick of life and self harmed again. Using a knife that had other tiny multiple blades.
I sent the pictures to the group and the next day Aleah would take me to Chloe and blame her on my self harm.

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