I had been friends with her for seven years. Ten years of playing dolls from when we had our first play date.

The longer we were friends, the tighter we got. We passed notes under the desk, shared makeup and secrets and clothes.

But when we reached jr high, Liz started acting…Differant.

Sometimes she was right bext to me and other times she was so far away even when she was standing next to me.

It all started when fell in love with the new boy a year ahead of us. He was cute, but I broke the news to her that he already had a girlfriend, but Liz thought I was jealous, but I had seen another girl kissing him.

After that, Liz started making fun of my outfits. I wished I had made other friends like Liz had because it was getting harder to stay with her.

She would start spreading rumors about me to her friends and make rude comments about my body.

I didn’t know why she was going it. Didn’t she know we had been friends for this long?

Liz had changed though. She had changed for reasons I didn’t know.

She’d trip me in the hallway and fling food at me during lunch countless of times and then say it was an accident.

I wasn’t born yesterday.

I needed to talk to her. I asked her why she was being so rude, but she said I was being dramatic and that nothing was wrong.

I didn’t know what to do. Liz was my best friend. Or was.

I needed to be done with her. I couldn’t keep it up any longer. I loved my friend, but she was the only one I had.

It was time to let go.