The leech

I can't believe how stupid I was to become friends with her. An obvious slut, a whore, a bitch. All things impure. That's her in one word to me: impure.

She made me detached and alone from all I had known from the first two years of my secondary school. I was vulnerable, and she decided to pick me up and ruin my life. How much I hate her now. But also how much I thank her for doing it.

It was the last day before the term ended for October holidays, of 2007, and I just so happened to be off school ill. I felt so ill, although I can't remember it much now. The day passed in a blur.

The next day, I was feeling better, and logged onto msn. She was online, Eleanor.

I opened a dialogue box, and typed a message. "Hello, did anything interesting happen yesterday? I was off.... :("

She replied within minutes. "No."

It was a lie. I found out from Eoin, a very close friend, that Callum -the boy I liked- had asked her out yesterday and she said yes.

I hated her for moments afterwards, but then, was happy.

I was finally free of her.