So today, my principal called me in. I didn't know why. My dad was there. I was asked if I called other people, b****es and said, 'F**k you. I told the truth and said, Yes. Then my principal asked why. I said, 'Because they said it to me first.' It was true. I only said it because they did. And they always said it, too. Especially when I wouldn't help them with my homework. They always ripped my paper whenever I didn't give them the answers. They copied off of my answers. And once, I had a workbook that I kept in my desk. This other girl came and asked me to give her the answers. I said, no. She took my workbook out of my desk and just copied my answers. This was all from 2 people. 2 people that were supposed to be my best friends. These were the same 2 people that did all those mean things and even told on me. When I got it from them. I didn't teach them this. They taught me. And as I was telling my principal this, I found myself crying. Not because I was in trouble. Not because my dad was listening to all the bad things they thought I did. No. It was because I trusted these people. And they betrayed me.
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