Martha, Martha...what can I say? My friend since kindergarten. A possessive controlling girl filled with lies. Sure, I did get nice experiences with her, celebrating birthdays together, tasting delicious food at her bakery, playing with her. I believed I could trust Martha with anything, that she was there for me…

Except when she resented my 7th birthday. Somehow I was responsible of organizing it, at least in her mind, and I wanted to soil her party.Forever did that follow us...

For a while...until I turned 11. I have no fucking idea why she started...but every time with her was laughing at my problems, insulting me, laughing at anything I did. Why did she do it? I will never understand.

Even when I listened to her, hell I once did her homework for her, she did not respect me as a person. I was only entertainment for Martha.

It was painful, she called me crazy, unstable, boring...and so many other things. She helped Sister Leech to spread rumors about me, and father of mine.

Why did she hate us? Why was I the target? I never understood. Years later she tried to reach out to me, asking me why I stopped talking to her.

To put it simple, I just told her she hurt me too much.

This is shorter than the rest, but who cares? I prefer not to remember much of her.