Rachel had been my best friend every since primary three. We did everything together, and I thought nothing could tear our friendship apart, but I was wrong. As the years past by, Rachel started making more friends and I felt that was being left out a lot and less popular. Our friendship was still there, but until one day, when a little misunderstanding due to jealousy caused us to drift apart. That misunderstanding was the biggest regret of my teenage years.
“Hey Rachel! I heard your birthday is coming up and you are going have a party. Am I invited? “ Nicole asked her.
“Am I invited too?”
A group of girls, her new friends crowded around her table, filled with curiosity whether they were invited.
Rachel then whipped out a stack of invitation cards out from her bag and said, “I got my invitation cards here. You guys will find out whether you got invited later. So, shoo! I’m trying to study here.”
The crowd then dispersed, going back to their seats. I wondered if I was being invited too. Yet I naturally assumed that I was as if I was her best friend. In between classes, I saw Rachel giving out invitations. Those who got invited all squealed in delight upon receiving it. I sat on the edge of my seat, expecting to receive my invitation. But by the end of the day, I left school empty handed. I could not believe I did not receive any invitation from Rachel! It’s just not fair. Fury and jealousy overwhelmed me. My blood started to boil. Did Rachel really treat me as her best friend? All she cares is popularity.
Out of hatred, I texted everybody her biggest secret. The secret that she trusted me wholeheartedly with. I texted and revealed that her parents were divorced.
All of the sudden, I heard a familiar voice calling out for me, “Shayna! Here’s your invitation!”
I stopped momentarily. My blood went cold. Invitation? She invited me to her party?
“Here,” she shoved the pink envelope into my hand, “I’m sure you are coming.”
I nodded my...
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