Is she really my friend? Or is she just pretending to be so she can learn my secrets and

use them against me later? Why would she though? She was always there for me, through tears

and smiles, death and life. She's seen me through it all. I know she's not the same person she

used to be, but neither am I.

We've both changed a lot, but we've always remained friends. I feel guilty for suspecting

her of doing those things. I don't want it to be true, but now I know it is. I never would have

thought that she'd do the things she did, the truth is now in front of me, and I feel I have known

it forever. And I probably have, but never admitted it to myself. I just wanted to keep the illusion

I had when we were younger, when the world was a simpler place. But I can't go back, I must

continue going forward.

Now I have real friends, friends that really are my friends. I help them, they help me.

That's how it is and that's how it is and that's how it should be. Friends until the world draws to

a close for us.

I will always remember her though, no matter how many true friends I have, I will always

wonder why. Why did she do it? She had no right to do this! She is the only one I ever opened

my heart to and the only one I would have ever trusted with my life.

To this day I have never been able to trust that way again and that question still haunts

me. Even now, when I think about her, a wave of sadness washes over me, though I refuse to

shed a single tear over her.

This was written in grade 6.