I can't believe Michelle killed me. I did everything for her. We were supposed to be best of friends.
I took her in, when her parents threw her out onto the streets. Her sisters always treated her like garbage. I had to be Michelle's rock, when nobody else was there. She had always told me, that she wished she had my life.
I was always the first one, the guys would ask out on a date. I never understood why though. Most of the guys wanted one thing and one thing only. I wasn't that type of girl and neither would I be.
I had asked her why many times. She never really gave me any kind of a straight answer.
I was extremely popular at school. Everybody like me. I wasn't born rich, but people liked me anyway. I was the cheerleader for the football, basketball, rugby and hockey teams. I was asked to be the leader of the student council.
I don't know if it was my personality that everyone enjoyed or something else. I didn't have a something else. I was just being me.
I don't understand why someone would be so jealous over a person, that is only being themsaelves. I wasn't one to show off. I didn't walk around, like no one else even mattered. I had never snubbed anybody in my life. I wasn't that kind of a girl.
I had siblings and they were a bunch of snobs at school. So, that wouldn't be the reason why she would be jealous. My siblings, treated me the exact same way she was treated by hers.
But, why?
Why would Michelle be so jealous?
Oh no. Don't tell me.
I can't believe it had to come down to being killed by my best friend, because of a guy. I remember she had a huge crush on a guy at school named Scott. He was handsome. But, I wasn't looking and going for looks.
One day he had come up to my locker and asked me out. I, being the person I was, had turned him down. Michelle was standing at her locker at the same time he had asked. I couldn't get over her reaction. Her face turned a beat red and she looked like she was going to murder someone.
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