nadster4eves

so, my very best friends, you know, the kind of friends that you can tell ANYTHING to, or laugh for hours about something that makes no sense, the friends that you can trust your life with, are fighting with each other, separating, because of one...ONE boy.  before i explain, let me describe how happy we were. two or three years ago, when i moved to the school and we met, it wasn't hard for us to become friends. we had almost everything in common. there were four of us: me,ember,kitty, and ruby. we would get in trouble for talking to much and we would giggle over boys we liked. no one really messed with us or ridiculed us because we were to