A story

About a young girl whom I shall not name, because if I did I don't think I'll ever be blogging again.

Okay, so I don't know what her deal with is me. She seems to hate me and for reasons that I do not understand.

But I guess with each thing like this, there has to be some sort of beginning, right? And there is.

We used to be the best of friends until we sort of distanced our selves. I got into reading and trying my best in school, where as she got in to mitching and rule breaking. So I don't know where the hating came in. We kind of argued. Y memory is sketchy on it since it happened nearly two years ago now. But it was something about me sucking up to someone, and my friend stealing me away from her, or something along those lines. But it kinda blew over and nothing was said of it. It seems though, that She seems to think differently about the case. Because she has come back from college with the intention of ripping my head off or something. Or it seems like that to me at the moment.

I just don't seem to understand it all anymore. Another girl whom I argued with we seem to be getting on now, so I don't know where she's coming from.

I guess if she really means it she'll mention it to me when she sees me next. Though I am hoping that that's never. I don't think I can deal with a 'meeting' with her....