She told me it was nothing. Back to this crap again.....AGAIN....How much do they think I need? Ill end up dieing of a heart attack worrying about my friends. Do they actually think I'm going to believe this shizza they keep feeding me? Their brainwashing me. Ok, Anyways.

A couple of weeks of school passed. Same thing, Amber wasn't talking to me, Her and Sara came to school with mysterious cuts on their arms. Or well, Amber thought I thought they were mysterious, but.... I knew what they were... I'm not all that stupid. But anyways, I was getting worried about my friends. Why did they have to lie to me like that? I mean, I'm supposed to be their friends, someone they can trust and tell secrets too... But instead, they casted me off to the side. And that mad me really angry.

One weekend, I decided to invite Amber over. Our favorite show was playing a marathon, so I was like, 'what the hell? Invite her over' so I did. And I thought it would be a fun weekend. Actually, IT SUCKED! I hated it. While she was watching boring movies with Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen in it, I was on the computer. Probably thinking of a story to write. Then.... Sara called. Amber and I both talked to her. But Amber talked more, cutting me off in the middle of a sentence. All they could talk about was Good Charlotte. And they both know I dislike Good Charlotte greatly. I mean, why like a band that EVERY girl loves? If you like Good Charlotte, you fit in... And fit in is something I DON'T want.
When we got off the phone with Sara, Sara told Amber 'Good night, buddy..' and I was like 'What about me....' and she was 'Good Nigh best friend'. Amber got pissed at that. I looked at her and said I'm just as much of a buddy to her as you are. She wrapped her fat chubby hands around my throat and squeezed rather harshly. She told me that I would never EVER be best buddies with Sara. I wouldn't even be true friends with Sara. I shrugged my shoulders at her and told her not to touch me. She told me she could do whatever she wanted; it was her house just as much as mine. That was it, I snapped. I screamed 'Just because she's your cutting buddy doesn't mean she can't be my regular buddy!' BAD MOVE TRISHA! I yelled inside my head. I screwed up. Literally. Amber stood up and closed my door and walked back over to me and wrapped her hands around my throat again 'What's that supposed to mean, Trish?' I shrugged