Just so u know this fanfic is TOTALLY made up, lol. its about avril and her old best friend (who i also made up and is really mean) run into each other again. i thought it would be kind of a cool twist that she used to be friends with someone who's "popular". I am new to this site so I dont know--can u do made up fanfics or do they have to have real details?
ok I am blabbing.
oh! for those of you who dont like reading bad words, i dont swear.
ok here goes nothing...this is a flashback to when they were in 4th grade.
When Former Friends Attack
by You're So Fabulous
*Flashback--January 1994*
"Why would you do this? Why are you ditching me for those other girls?" I yelled at my best friend Betina. Or at least I thought she was my best friend.
"Because they're cool," Betina said.
"Cool? Who cares about cool?"
"God, Avril, drop the act already."
"What act?" I asked.
"Ooh, I'm so different! Ooh, I don't care what anybody thinks!" Betina said in a whiny, mocking voice.
"That's not an act."
"So? You're never gonna be popular."
"I don't care."
"Well that's your problem then. I can't hang out with you because you're a loser."
"I'm not a loser! How can you say that?" I yelled. "I thought you cared about me!"
"All good things must come to an end," Betina said, acting sugary-sweet.
"I used to think you were so nice, but you're such a jerk," I spat.
Betina's face turned red. "I am not a jerk! Don't you DARE call me a jerk!" she screeched.
"Well it's true!" I screeched back.
"Shut up Avril!"
"You shut up!"
"I hate you! You're so stupid! And guess what? You're not my friend anymore!"
"Fine! Goodbye!" I ran out of Betina's room, down the stairs, and all the way to my house. Angry tears streamed down my face.
"Avril, what's wrong?" asked my mom as I burst through the door.
"I don't want to talk about it!" I shouted before slamming the door to my room. I noticed the friendship bracelet on my wrist--red string with letter beads that spelled my name. Betina had the same one, with her name. We made them together last year.
I grabbed the bracelet and yanked on it. The string broke and beads scattered. I collapsed on my bedroom floor and cried.
Broken. That was what our friendship was.
well should i continue? if ppl like it then i will update![]()
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