Chapter Two

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Petra was so nice to me!

 Not to mention she also spoke Romanian.

We were friends for such a long time! We were inseparable throughout all of fourth grade! Then.... fifth grade came. We were still in the same class and all was good until one day. We were partners (obviously) working on a project and you know, we were like the first ones done so we had a little chat time. We were talking about Deen and I said,  jokingly, "What if I would ask him out on a date??" And so, without saying anything, she turned around and asked Deen, very loudly, "Christina wanted to ask you out on a date." And I say, "Petra, what the heck?! I thought we were talking privately???" And she, RUDELY, responds with, " I was doing you a favor!" ...  A ... A favor ...  A FAVOR ... A FAVOR!?!??!!? Like, bitch NO. I was so mad at her and then Deen took it seriously but I was so mad at Petra because when I told him that our parents could talk and then Petra said, "She wants to go with you to Panepinto" (Which is like a little bakery near my house) And I was FURIOUS. I wanted to slap her right across the face but, you know, it would be wierd if my teacher were to turn around to see me slapping Petra across the face... :/ Afetr my teacher said to clean up, I told Petra "Our friendship just went from here, (I held my hands one foot apart) to here. (I moved my top hand like half an inch)" And, apparently, Petra was offended? Anyways, that was the period in my life when I met Claudia...

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