Me, Myself and I. My Story: Chapter 1

Ive grown up in England, small village to a large secondary school. I took to that school like a duck to water. Yes, i loved the responsibility, the new teachers and a whole new opportunity unraveling before my eyes. With few friends (3) one who was a twin, she and i talked for hours on end and bickered even more-often i'd come home upset from her petty comments. The next a girl who clung to the 4th member of the group, she always looked down on me, occasionally doing what i call 'sweet bitching' (saying negative things about me in a nice way, one of them was "i think you would have been born a big baby, but that's ok because it means they are healthier unlike me" (calling me fat)) and the 4th. Ive got a lot to say about her so lets name her E. 

E was the only friend in the group who i felt connected to in a special way, whenever i came home upset from the twins foolish actions my mama would always tell me E was my real friend. And why should i have doubted my mother? E was kind, considerate and mature. However i grew weary of the other 2 girls and wanted to make more friends as i felt only 1 true friend would not suffice, i only left my friends at lunch time to chat with other friends on the school field; For the first time my social life was thriving. 

One day, during a games lesson the twins came up to me and told me of how E had been talking about me behind my back. I was called "lazy, chavy, slag" "Got really chavy over christmas" And truely, the most destructive insults: "she can't have belly bar because the fat would roll over" "fat".  

Devastated i came home crying my eyes out like a child. My mother wanted to contact E's parents but i wanted to deal with it myself. It turned out she was jealous of me and felt like she was being left out. Seemed believable right? I forgave but didn't forget.

Some time later she implied that i was reckless with other peoples belongings but one of my newer friends said that doesn't sound like B (B=me). 

Finally, while E was at a large sleepover of which i wasn't invited to but my close friend T attended i was back stabbed once more. Called "chavy, lazy, slag" and "fat" once more my dear friend T told me all about it on a bus ride to school. Soon i will tel you what happened next in the following chapter.