I've been sitting in my room, for the past half an hour, surfing through the old photos of my high school days. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic yet at the same time it makes me smile sarcastically. As I see the face of one of my supposedly 'best friends' at the time, I realize how sometimes we are so wrong about people. She was very close to me and a very good friend (or so I thought) and I trusted her, until she decided to start fucking guys she met through the internet, running away from home and her family to go out at night with a bunch of delinquents... She started going to this gay bar in town and making out with both guys and girls - not that I'm against that - and doing crazy stuff. What I just remember that was the reason why I stopped talking to her is that while she was doing all that 'bad' stuff, I was at home because my parents never let me go out and were very controlling, yet she made her mother believe I was the bad influence. The woman even called me a bitch shamelessly, put her whole family against me and I gained the fame of notorious due to that. Instead of my 'friend' defending me and telling others that I had nothing to do with what she was doing, she just laughed and said that "even my grandmother called you a bitch" out loud. I remember that it actually hurt a lot that no matter what I said, no one believed me and the looks I got from some people in town made me feel really sad and angry at the same time. Since my last year of high school, four years ago, I haven't heard from her again. I cut all ties with her and, to be honest, I have no interest in knowing if she is even fine or not. I heard from others that she was 'sad and didn't understand why I stopped talking to her'. I just wish she would realize how much of a bitch she was to me and stop acting like the victim. I learned a lesson from that and since I haven't been able to trust anyone in fear of going through a similar situation again.