Dear E,
I'm not sure things are working out. You see, I just feel like sometimes either you try too heard, or not enough, or just act like something's wrong…
I'm sorry. Can we just be good friends instead of best?
Yours truly,
Gabby
Gabby sighed as she saved the letter, printed it, and turned her computer off. Closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair, she thought about the past few weeks. She and Emily hung out a bit, mostly chatting online. However, whenever they hung out, Emily seemed wary, paranoid, and jealous of Gabby's other friend, Sara, whom she disliked.
Shaking her head, Gabby wondered why her friend thought she wanted Sara as her quote "new #1 BFF." They had a rocky five years together, and Gabby wasn't sure if being best friends was a good way to trust Sara again.
"We will, we will rock you!" she murmured, thinking of one of her favorite songs to distract herself from thinking about the friendship triangle. 'Cheer up Gabby, at least you're going to Kara's tomorrow!' Kara was another friend, who had been one of Gabby's best since third grade. The soon to be seventh grader beamed. Kara, in her opinion, was most fun to hang with because, like Gabby, she liked pretty much everything, was hyped up, had a great sense of humor, and a bit of a short attention span.
But until tomorrow, Gabby was just going to have to sleep. She scratched the back of her head, yawned, curled up into her bed, and fell asleep.
