It all started in fifth grade. My friend Laura and I devised a fake disease and told everyone in our class that Laura was sick. The Curse of Nimindiosis. Then I let it slip. I told one person the truth...that Laura was fine and we were lying...and soon everyone knew what horrible little girls we really were. Later, in seventh grade, I intentionally made Lauren McCulloch cry, with the aid of Emily Yeager. We just couldn't stand the way Lauren pretended to have asthma for attention. So we exposed her for the fraud she was. She was too weak to stand up to us. So she cried. And we never flinched. Also in seventh grade, Katherine, Katie, and I split unamiably from our group of friends with a nasty letter saying how tired we were of them. In eighth grade Katie and I, mostly me, got into an infamous "note war" with Emily and Lauren Rhyne. We just couldn't stand how pretentious those bitches could be sometimes. They're cool now. They've matured. With a background like this, how could anyone call themselves my friend with any amount of security? But then, I think how most girls were like this in middle school. We turned on eachother the minute our backs were turned. It was a tumultous time. Most recently I've earned myself a 2 on the friend scale. But divulging any details there would incriminate myself, and that's against the American way. So I will keep it to myself. Anyway, yeah, now my sites updated.