by Kelly Brumbaugh

Created on: March 16, 2009

Digging my nails into my palms, for the sixth time in eight years I was being dragged into a new school by my mother. As soon as I saw the big principal I figured, "No way, this is not my type of school". The reason I said that was because I was raised in the city and out of the blue my mother pulls me out of my city school and ships me off to live with my father, who lives in the country in a town I had never even heard of in my twelve years of life.

I was pulled away from my friends, most of my family, and most of all, my best friend Jessica. It was cool, we'd see each other every other weekend and stuff and everything would be happy go lucky. One my third day at my new school a girl about a foot taller then me, a blonde pretty girl. Now, at twelve my instinct was to, run away and go talk to a new friend I had met later that day. But this girl grabbed my black clad arm and looked at me with the biggest smile on her face and said, "Will you be my friend?" Now honestly, I couldn't say no, mostly because of the death grip she had on my arm. I looked up at her and said, "yeah, sure". And that was the beginning of the happy relationship between Kelly, and Rachael.

Rachael and I were best friends from then on, up until our freshman year of high school. I had just turned six-teen and her birthday was in about a month. One day she didn't come into school, I had a bad feeling about it because Rachael was one of those girls that would die if they didn't get perfect attendance. After school I walked to her house, since I had work in a couple hours I decided to stay up in town. When I got to her house I knocked but no one came to the door. I turned the knob a little and I was shocked that it was unlocked. I pushed it open further and I walked in. At first I couldn't hear something but then I heard a bang and a scream. My instincts said, "Oh my god, Rachael's in trouble". I ran upstairs and on her bed was her and my boyfriend at the time. They were kissing and they were naked.

Tears filled my eyes and I ran downstairs, Rachael and my boyfriend were on my heels, yelling for me to come back and saying that I had gotten the wrong idea. I walked outside and shut the door and ran to the park. There I sat and cried and cried until the sobs had left my system. The next day at school Rachael never left my side, but I also never quit giving her the cold shoulder. After choir she grabbed my arm and tried the number she pulled when I was twelve, I ripped my arm out of hers, ripping my black dress as well, and I said, "Don't touch me, talk to me, or even look at me. Goodbye Rachael." And with that I walked out of the choir room, I was betrayed. By my best friend.

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