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Title: #1 High school is a separator
Character: Bella
Rating: K+
inspiration: Short story for my english tutor
Words:758

I was sitting by my best friends' lockers, laughing at one's joke. Everyone considered us as a clique; always together, no matter what. We were an army that was stronger than ever. I didn't believe that anything would ruin our group, not a new friend, not an enemy. It all changed when she walked by alone, staring into my eyes. I felt guilty as the memories flowed back.

Remembering her, it felt as if it was just yesterday that I was the one alone. When we first started high school, it was meant that we'd make new friends. What I didn't expect was that she would drop me so quickly. Day by day, we talked less to each other. She had a new group of friends, the same people everyday. I was a nomad, traveling from group to group, until I found my own clique.

Our group made it high on the food chain. Her clique was strong as well, so I am shocked that she's here alone today. I remembered that one night where she wanted to hang out with me in mid October. She asked for me to come over. What could I say? Of course I wanted to see my once best friend, but was it worth missing the biggest party of the semester? One of my new best friends was throwing the big bash. I knew for sure that if I miss this, she wouldn't let it down. And if she realized that I was ditching her for my ex best friend, we wouldn't even talk to each other. I did what my instinct told me to do. I said no, regretting the decision I've made. And that was the end of our friendship.

Alice, a friend, must've realized that I wasn't laughing at all. She noticed me staring at the place that she walked by.

"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing, just thinking." I replied.

She knew I was lying, but she let it go. I was sure she was going to come and confront me. For now I was safe. Alice knew better than to ask in front of everyone, just how I wished it wouldn't happen.

Later that night, alone in my room while I was doing my homework, the doorbell rang. My mother notified me that Alice was here; I knew it. I took calm breaths preparing for what to come.

"Hey," She greeted, lay on her tummy on top of my bed. I lay down beside her, ready for what was going to come.

"I saw you, staring at her." Alice confronted. It felt awkward; I shifted position, with my head resting on the headboard. She also sat up straight.

"I'm sorry Okay."
"I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to tell me what's on your mind. This isn't you."
"You wouldn't like it."
"It doesn't matter if I like it or not. You need to tell me, you need to let it out."
"And what happens if I do? It'll change everything."
"It could be better."
"It could be worse."
"I know you want to be friends with her again. But—"
"But I can't. We're in two different worlds! We could never be best friends again." By now, I was at the edge of crying. All the painful memories lock inside finally broke through.

"I know you can't be best friends. But trying is better than having nothing at all."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Write her an e-mail or a letter. Communicate with her at least once."

I was going to do what she said. I hugged her tightly, crying on her shoulder. I don't think I could finish my homework tonight. There's just too much drama already.

I decided to write her a letter. Mending our friendship that's grown apart just half a year ago. After this, I was going to slip it through her locker. Hopping that this would make us become friends again.

Dear Angela,
How's it been? We haven't talked in a while. You want to meet up and catch up? Talk to me if you want to.
~Bella

The next day when I was at my locker, Angela comes up to me with a huge grin plastered on her face. Unexpectedly she hugged me. I was shocked that I grew stiff. Oh, how I missed her embrace. I hugged her back.

"And yes. I want to hang out." She replied.

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