Hola! This is my third? fanfiction and I hope you like it. It's partly based after my friendship with a girl that i am no longer best friends with anymore. I began writing it after one night when I was crying in bed thinking about how fast I lost this really great friend. It is a really touchy subject for me and hopefully you guys an relate. Well, actually, I hope you can't! I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CLIQUE NOVELS. THIS STORY IS PURELY FAN-BASED
Some background information: Mandy, Sarah, and Sari, all live in Westchester. Claire has also lived there her own life. Everyone has money.
Hello, my name is Mandy and this is a story about how I lost my best friend. And no, I did not mean lost as in she died, I mean lost as in how we never talk anymore, text, hang out, shop, or even sit in the same lunch group. So you may be thinking, "So what's the big deal? I've had friends from elementary school that I no longer even talk to." Don't get me wrong, I know some people that I was really close with and I think to myself how the fuck did we get along? Well this story is not so simple, and sadly she is not so easy to let go to. That is probably because I have known her since I was five and been best friends with her up until high school. Did I mention I am fifteen? If you do the math right, that's ten years of being friends. Ten years of sharing secrets, privately cracking up watching Spongebob, and fighting over who will get to eat the last Dorito. It is ten years of an inseparable bond. HAH! What a piece of crap that line is. If it was so inseparable then this story would not have been written. Unfortunately, that bond broke, and I got poorer.
You see, I described my friendship with my three best friends like a dollar. Each one of us is a quarter. When you add the four of us up you get a buck. However, when one of those quarters started making a lot of new friends, we lost part of what made up a stale piece of paper. We became separate, delicate coins. Although, for her she was still a dollar. Except, me and my other two bet friends only equaled to one quarter. The other 75 cents were consisted of three other groups. You had Massie Blocks' infamous Pretty Committee as one quarter, her varsity softball team as another, and lastly a group of girls who totally hated her over the summer. Apparently my quarter is not as shiny as her newer ones because it is pretty obvious she would feed us to the vending machine first.
So, I hope you enjoy this story. And for the record it will not be in first person. You will actually see how our friendship faded away.
Oh, and by the way her name is Claire. Claire Lyons.
There you go! This is just the introduction to see if you guys like it. Review pleasee! (: