^~*I Guess Not*~^

As it continues...

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So here I am at 11 getting upset about my friends in 5th grade. (Ah, we are going back in time btw...I'm not 11) Huh! I guess I never realized how fake  they are. Since there were only 4 other black girls in my grade we all became extremely close. This was good because no one else at school could relate to use, and no this isn't some sort of black girl pity party "No one will ever understand the black life!" crap. It was just nice to have our own people like us, I am still super tight with my 3 other black friends from that school, one of which is still there. But the other black friend I had (well she was mixed) was a total...she was mean. I am a child of God. 

SO pretty much this girl I kinda idolized, she was super cool in my eyes because she acted so mature. She was more developed, she had a iPhone and knew about sex. There I said it- sex, oh come on! We all wanted to know about it and thought it was hilarious. So yeah, she was pretty awesome to me, in 3rd grade she had a boyfriend. I liked 2 boys at the time, I just became good friends with them in the coming grades though. 

Her mom was Irish and her dad was African American, they were both super nice and her mom cooked AMAZING food. I'm pretty sure her mom was Italian too, that would make a lot of sense. After she left the school to go to *States name in which I will not disclose* I missed her dearly, I also left that school and so did my 2 other friends. Not the third one, she's still suffering. Oddly enough after the three of us left that school the Italian friend told my closest friend out of the group that I was a quote: "Basic b****"... what.

This was awful and I was so ready to be done with that school, one of my other friends that wasn't in the group was also one of Italian friends best friend. Let's call her...Paint, she loves art like me. Paint and I had a pretty stable and trustworthy relationship, so like one does she creates a group chat with Italian best friend and me. Paint didn't know what Italian best friend had said about me, heck, she didn't even know I knew what she said about me. It was awkward, especially after I made the dumb decision to ask Italian best friend why she didn't text me anymore. Italian best friend told Paint that I had "accidently blocked her" That's total BS.