I'm so tired of being that one girl that's a hypocrite. I have this friend then I have that friend. I lose this friend then I lose that friend.

It was on Wednesday when I told Valentina, “I’m tired of being with yall.”

“Why?”

“Because I've hurt so many people… I've almost killed one.”

“Who cares? That person is probably useless anyway.”

‘Did she just say that?! NO ONE messes with my bestie!’ I ran up to Valentina and slapped her into tomorrow. “No one messes with my friend.” I had an advantage because her friends weren't there, just me and her.

I punched her face and I heard a pop. Her nose started bleeding and she jumped on me. She crushed me, she punched me, kicked, elbowed, and socked me in my face. I saw Eliana, she dropped everything and jumped on Valentina. She started cussing her out. “BOY, DON'T FREAKING MESS WITH MY BEST FRIEND OR I'LL BEAT YOUR BUTT AGAIN YOU NOOB!” She lent a hand and helped me get up. “Thank you for fighting for me. I’m sorry for the way I acted.”

“Me too,” I said. We hugged and started crying, I was so happy to get my best friend back.

Valentina came back with her group of friends. Eliana and I were in much deeper trouble now. There were four of them and there are two of us. There was no way that we could fight back to them. A teacher came and passed us.

“Excuse me, sir!” I called to him.

“Hmmm?” he replied.

“These girls are bullying us, threatening to fight us, they've even made my friend also commit suicide!”

“You girls come over here, you need a visit to the principal's office.”

“YOU FREAKING SNITCH!! GO DIE YOU UGLY BUTTHOLE!” Valentina screamed down the hallway. Her ugly little self was getting tinier and tinier. Eliana and I were happy to have this problem solved.