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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Relationships
- Published: 07/17/2024
The Betrayal That Tore Us Apart
Born 2009, F, from Shan State, Myanmar![The Betrayal That Tore Us Apart](/storage/story/B5944C97-DA09-3E67-A77D-C8723DB0C62E_1721276859-image(190x285-crop).png)
The Betrayal That Tore Us Apart
I used to think that having friends meant having people who would always have your back, who would support you no matter what. That’s why when I met Judy, I thought I had found a friend for life. She seemed so genuine, so understanding, and I thought she truly got me. But I couldn't have been more wrong.
It all started during our first year of high school. Judy and I were in the same class. At first, we weren’t that close, but one day I got a chance to sit next to her, and we quickly hit it off. She had this magnetic personality that drew people in; I was no exception. We spent countless hours talking about everything under the sun, from our favorite TV shows to our deepest fears. She was a very good person. There was another girl named Rose in our class that I couldn’t stand, and neither could Judy. So we gossiped about her.
But as time went on, little cracks began to show. I noticed that Judy would talk meanly about Rose to me, but after that, she and Rose would talk like they were best friends. Another thing was that she was super rich, so she would brag about her nice stuff. I didn’t mind; I mean, if I had nice things like her, I would have bragged too. My best friend once warned me by saying, “Be careful. Don’t trust everything she says; she’s faker than my eyelashes." I brushed it off, thinking maybe Judy was just misunderstood. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. I thought, maybe she was just different, and I could understand her if I tried hard enough.
For a while, everything was fine except that she judged me for the makeup products I used, saying they looked cheap. She suggested some other products she used.
Those products were worth my whole kidney, so I told her I couldn’t afford them. Unlike others, she didn’t say anything; she even let me use her makeup, and I thought it was so sweet of her.
One day, I started noticing the whispers. Whenever I walked into a room, conversations would abruptly stop, and people would glance at me with those looks—the kind that made me feel like an outsider. I soon found out why. My best friend told me that Judy had been spreading rumors about me, telling everyone that I was flirting with my friend’s boyfriend. The truth? I had never even considered it. It didn’t stop there; she told every guy in my class that I liked them, and they all believed it. She made me look like the kind of girl that flirts and likes every guy. I had my own life and my own dreams, and the last thing I wanted was unnecessary drama.
The betrayal cut deep. Even if I could clear my name, the damage was done. What had burned had already turned to ashes. Judy didn’t stop there. She told another girl that I wasn’t on her level because I openly told her that I couldn’t afford any expensive stuff like her. I mean, I don’t live in a big house with parents who will buy me everything I want whenever I told them to. I live in my aunt's basement, and I was on my own. All my savings went on books, snacks, and clothes that Judy's parents would easily provide for her.
She claimed to be so rich and superior, but if that was true, why couldn’t she hire someone to help her study? Why did I ever help her with her homework?
Despite all this, I tried to confront Judy. I wanted to believe there was some misunderstanding. But her response was cold, dismissive. She laughed it off, saying she would never talk shit about me. Yet, the evidence was everywhere. She had badmouthed me to others, using my kindness against me. I had been like her therapist, listening to her problems and offering advice. And in return, she used me.
I started replaying our conversations in my head. When we first started talking, it felt like she truly knew me. We gossiped about Rose, who she didn’t like, and I thought it was harmless venting. Little did I know, she was doing the same thing about me to others. She would tell me how Rose was mean toward her and she also made me believe that Rose badmouthed me to others, but when she was with Rose, she played the victim and acted like I was the one who talked mean stuff about her
The realization hit me hard: she had never been a friend. She just asnake, slithering through the grass, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Now, every time I walk through the school halls, I feel the weight of her lies. I see the lingering looks, hear the faint whispers. My reputation, once unblemished, is now tainted by her deceit. If you wonder if I ever regret being her friend, yes, I do. I very much do.
Looking back, I see all the red flags I ignored. The way she subtly put others down to lift herself up, the way she manipulated situations to her advantage. I regret not seeing it sooner, but I’ve learned my lesson. Trust is precious and fragile, and once it’s broken.
The Betrayal That Tore Us Apart(Neha Gandhi)
The Betrayal That Tore Us Apart
I used to think that having friends meant having people who would always have your back, who would support you no matter what. That’s why when I met Judy, I thought I had found a friend for life. She seemed so genuine, so understanding, and I thought she truly got me. But I couldn't have been more wrong.
It all started during our first year of high school. Judy and I were in the same class. At first, we weren’t that close, but one day I got a chance to sit next to her, and we quickly hit it off. She had this magnetic personality that drew people in; I was no exception. We spent countless hours talking about everything under the sun, from our favorite TV shows to our deepest fears. She was a very good person. There was another girl named Rose in our class that I couldn’t stand, and neither could Judy. So we gossiped about her.
But as time went on, little cracks began to show. I noticed that Judy would talk meanly about Rose to me, but after that, she and Rose would talk like they were best friends. Another thing was that she was super rich, so she would brag about her nice stuff. I didn’t mind; I mean, if I had nice things like her, I would have bragged too. My best friend once warned me by saying, “Be careful. Don’t trust everything she says; she’s faker than my eyelashes." I brushed it off, thinking maybe Judy was just misunderstood. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. I thought, maybe she was just different, and I could understand her if I tried hard enough.
For a while, everything was fine except that she judged me for the makeup products I used, saying they looked cheap. She suggested some other products she used.
Those products were worth my whole kidney, so I told her I couldn’t afford them. Unlike others, she didn’t say anything; she even let me use her makeup, and I thought it was so sweet of her.
One day, I started noticing the whispers. Whenever I walked into a room, conversations would abruptly stop, and people would glance at me with those looks—the kind that made me feel like an outsider. I soon found out why. My best friend told me that Judy had been spreading rumors about me, telling everyone that I was flirting with my friend’s boyfriend. The truth? I had never even considered it. It didn’t stop there; she told every guy in my class that I liked them, and they all believed it. She made me look like the kind of girl that flirts and likes every guy. I had my own life and my own dreams, and the last thing I wanted was unnecessary drama.
The betrayal cut deep. Even if I could clear my name, the damage was done. What had burned had already turned to ashes. Judy didn’t stop there. She told another girl that I wasn’t on her level because I openly told her that I couldn’t afford any expensive stuff like her. I mean, I don’t live in a big house with parents who will buy me everything I want whenever I told them to. I live in my aunt's basement, and I was on my own. All my savings went on books, snacks, and clothes that Judy's parents would easily provide for her.
She claimed to be so rich and superior, but if that was true, why couldn’t she hire someone to help her study? Why did I ever help her with her homework?
Despite all this, I tried to confront Judy. I wanted to believe there was some misunderstanding. But her response was cold, dismissive. She laughed it off, saying she would never talk shit about me. Yet, the evidence was everywhere. She had badmouthed me to others, using my kindness against me. I had been like her therapist, listening to her problems and offering advice. And in return, she used me.
I started replaying our conversations in my head. When we first started talking, it felt like she truly knew me. We gossiped about Rose, who she didn’t like, and I thought it was harmless venting. Little did I know, she was doing the same thing about me to others. She would tell me how Rose was mean toward her and she also made me believe that Rose badmouthed me to others, but when she was with Rose, she played the victim and acted like I was the one who talked mean stuff about her
The realization hit me hard: she had never been a friend. She just asnake, slithering through the grass, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Now, every time I walk through the school halls, I feel the weight of her lies. I see the lingering looks, hear the faint whispers. My reputation, once unblemished, is now tainted by her deceit. If you wonder if I ever regret being her friend, yes, I do. I very much do.
Looking back, I see all the red flags I ignored. The way she subtly put others down to lift herself up, the way she manipulated situations to her advantage. I regret not seeing it sooner, but I’ve learned my lesson. Trust is precious and fragile, and once it’s broken.
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Shelly Garrod
07/19/2024High School is a tough time in a person's life. It's a time when friendships are made and broken. You'll know true friendship when it hits you and it'll last a lifetime. Hang in there Neha. Thanks for sharing.
Blessings, Shelly
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