People Change, Life Goes On
I used to have a “best friend”, and her name was Cynthia. She was more than a friend I considered her a sister. She was the greatest person ever, so I thought. We did everything together, told each other everything, and we knew each other like the palm of our hands. It was funny because I would have done anything for her, and I do mean ANYTHING. My mom would even get jealous because I would rather be with Cindy, then with anyone else including my family. She even said that one day I was going to regret it, and that there is no such thing as a best friend one day she will turn against you. It did not matter to me. We still did everything together we had the same routine as always. Then came Ana came into the picture, she had moved near our neighborhood. Ana and Cindy started hanging out more and more, and I was just on the side. They would go out partying together, and I was never invited anymore. It bothered me because Ana had just met her, and I on the other hand had known her since we were four. Soon we grew very apart, and it was if I did not know who she was anymore. She started getting into so much trouble, and she got kicked out of middle school for starting a fight. She was a stranger to me. I had to deal with it, but it really bothered me. The most shocking thing that happened between us was that she snitched on me. We all make mistakes when we were younger, but to me that day she meant nothing. One day Cindy, her sister, and I were at Wal-Mart; and yea this is going to sound bad but I got caught stealing. Cindy wanted make up and so did I, so we figured we were not going to get caught. We put some mascaras inside our purse, but to my surprise we were being followed by some undercover Wal-Mart employees. When we were leaving he stopped us, he asked to follow so we did. Cindy said she had nothing to do with it, and it was all my fault. I looked at her, and at that point I felt like slapping her so hard. I still remember saying, “really Cindy, really”. She just looked away and said it was me. Our parents picked us up, and I did not speak to her then. I mean it would have been fine if I had taken the blame, but she just put me on the spot without even saying I am sorry or anything. She betrayed me, and a “best friend” would have never done that to anyone. Then I found out that what she would tell Ana everything I would say to Cindy. To this day we talk because me and her other sisters are close to each other, but I will NEVER EVER trust that girl again.
