There was a girl. I met her when we was young, we became good, distant friends. But it was obvious that our friendship wasn't going to last to the end. Knew her for 12 years, and often talked sometimes, but a part of me just wanted to try and change her life. One day, after school she had sat next to me, and we talked about the future and what we wanted to be. In my head, I thought " This all we really say, we don't even talk about the usual things like " How was your day?" I then blurted out, " You know I am her for you." She then faced me and said, " You won't understand the things I've been through" Then I felt hurt and started to say, " How could you possibly know that anyways?" She looked at me with her dark brown eyes, and gave me a hard, deep glare. It was if her eyes had said, " Don't you even dare." But out loud she spoke once again, " You know.....you're not even my friend." I got the message and let out a real long sigh, then stood up and said to the girl, " Well then, goodbye." As I walked away and the girl was no longer in sight, I whispered to myself, " Oh, how I hate my life." Since that day, I never once thought of her as my friend anymore. Instead, she was just some girl that I knew before.
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