She never really was my friend, though.
She would say things to me that were uncalled for and not things friends were supposed to say to each other. She constantly hinted that I needed to lose weight and that I shouldn't have ate so much. It hurt, of course, but I decided to stay quiet because I was a pushover.
Pretty soon, I found out that she was a kleptomaniac. I also found out that she'd stole a bunch of things from a bunch of people, including people I knew.
I slowly lost my trust in her.
We had a falling out for a little while, but then I ran right back to her like the stupid dog I was.
A few weeks went by and a rumor was circulating around that she accused me of spreading. She had spread it. For attention. Stupid bitch.
She put on a facade, playing the victim, and tried to confront me about it during the morning time before classes. I ignored her and gave her no attention. I even had my back to her. When she finally walked away, I released the breath I'd been holding.
That was the last time I saw her before she moved away. I was glad to be rid of her, and I hoped that I'd never see that crazy bitch again.
I was thrilled that she was gone.