At 6, I went down stairs and finished setting up the table for the little dinner that I was having with her. Surprisingly at exactly 7, there was a knock on the door. It was her.
“Look who finally decided to come early for once.â€? I said, guiding her to the dinner table. She sat down, and looked at the plate.
“I don’t like this.â€? she said. Why was I not surprised. She always went judgmental, and always wanted it her way. Not this time, this time it’ll be different.
“The door is right over there. It doesn’t matter if you like it or not.â€? I began eating.
“Listen.. I don’t know what I did. How did I lose such a great friend?â€?
“How would you not know. You should know by now, it has always been about you. I’d write stories, and you’d eventually take it of course and turn it into you’re story. The friends you made me think were bad, are actually my best friends now.â€?
“But, I-â€?
“Again, with the I_.â€?
“Gaby! I’m homeless!â€?
_Homeless how could she be homeless? She suddenly ran out the door in tears.