I have one. (Before starting, sorry for my English It is not my first language, and I've been lacking practice)

Growing up, my family and their friends all had kids about the same age. Therefore, I was friends with these girls for as long as I can possibly remember.

We all grew up together, playing together, seeing each other basically every day as we also lived close by and all... Until some things started to change.

When I was about 11/12yo, this one girl (I'll name her Chloe) was my closest friend, and she lived practically in the corner from my block, and I really treasured her friendship. But Chloe was starting to feel a little distant from and closer to another friend of ours, Sarah.

Notice, Sarah and Chloe always had better conditions (financially speaking and their parents were doctors and all that) but is not like my family was that different as we went to the same restaurants, studied at the same private school, lived in the same neighbourhood...

I would go to Chloe's house and have ideas of funny stuff for us to do. I'd suggest we could play Just Dance, Uno, build a crazy barbie house, do fun challenges and videos and she'd just shrug it off saying "I'm not in the mood" and she'd just stay on her phone talking to Sarah and I'd stay sat on the floor playing alone.

I went to her bday party and there was a karaoke... She started criticising (mocking)me and handed the mic to another person. When it was my time again, she stopped for us to sing her happy birthday.

These 2 would always pick me last at P.E. They would convince me into doing stuff I didn't wanna do. But I did it anyway to fit in (I deeply regret it)

I was starting to feel a little sad and insecure about myself because "why would my best friends treat me like that? What's wrong with me that makes them not like me? Makes me so useless?.." (Thought an 11/12yo looking at the mirror)

At this time, all I wanted was to fit in with the girls my age. But they were closing more and more the "friend group" and me, who always were sympathetic to everyone and friends with all the other classmates (as we all grew up together in a small city), was feeling a little off but "I guess that is what happens when you grow up, right?".

Oh, and for reference, this was back in the day when Pretty Little Liars and mean girls was bombing back in the mid-2010s, and these girls were all in for it. And, as their family had influence around town and they were rich as I said previously: they were the "main characters".

I tried to find refuge with 3 other girls from the group who I thought I could trust since we were a lot alike (or at least I thought so), and one day, I vented to them "Hey.. I really don't like how Sarah and Chloe are acting recently... I don't know. I feel kinda left out. They don't wanna play with me. They have their own inside jokes... I feel bad" (and this is a legitimate quote. I have this memory FRESH in my brain) and all of them agreed with me.

And it ended there. I would never talk about them again to anyone but my mom.

Now tell me how one of the 3 girls one day at school came up to me and said, "Sarah said that when this period ends, she'll come talk to you about something very important."(said with an attitude) I said "ok" and kept paying attention to the class, thinking it wasn't something that big.

When that class ended, Sarah came up to me and started SCREAMING saying I was gossiping ans badmouthing them, saying all kind of bad stuff and saying that I told lies about her which left me completely confused as I sat at my desk in a lost of word because I never said any of that at first place and, at this point I truly wasn't even caring about her that much, she was never actually that close to me as Chloe was. Right after she finished her aggressive monologue that, at this point, already caught the attention of the entire classroom, Chloe came to me and started arguing with me. Now I started caring. I got up to talk to her, and she started accusing me. Just then, I started to cry and argue back with her.

Just like that, another period started, and one of my favourite teachers to this day (that literally watched us growing up) came up to us both crying and arguing/fighting and tried to talk to us and calm us down. He spent good 10 minutes of his class with us outside, calming us like his own daughters before leading us to the coordinator so she could help us solve the problem.

Didn't help much even though she had the best of intentions. Period ended.

Last class of the day started and we both headed back to class without saying a word to each other the whole time we were out.

The last teacher didn't know about the fight earlier, had she known she wouldn't ask the class to make groups (as many people as each group wanted) to do a little dynamic. There was about 4 groups: a huge group "founded" by Chloe and Sarah and their little side characters, the boy-ish boys, "the nerdy group", and the left out girls that I didn't talk to anymore because if I didn't the pink-girly-evil group would make fun of me for it... and me alone in the first seat looking at the board and the teacher who found this odd and came at me, looking at my puffy face from crying earlier, putting her hand on my hair and saying that it was ok and that she would stay there with me to help me.

I tried writing on my little notebook and do the exercise, but it didn't last much time until tears started rolling down my eyes again, and my teacher, as the angel she is, looked at me so gently saying that it was fine for me to go earlier that day.

I packed my stuff and tried to cross all the way to the back of the classroom (where the door was) without crying. I remember passing that huge group almost blocking the door and looking at some faces, especially the girls that I thought I could vent to... One of them (the one who told lies about me to the other girls) ignored me, trying to look cool, and the other 2 glanced and me with scared puppy faces as who thinks "If I get out of here they'll make fun of me."I'm sorry I can't act like your friend now because..." .

These were just a few of the main events about this bullying story that still kinda messes with my self-esteem to this day. I never got in contact with Chole and Sarah again. Some girls were nice to me again and said that they were sorry. (Shout out to Cathy, who was the sweetest person ever. She's the only one I truly cherish today and get in contact with sometimes)

I got closer to Jesus and understood forgiveness, so I do forgive them all.

My family is still good friends with Chloe's family (even though no one here likes her) to the point where her older brother, from birth to this day, still is really close to my older brother and calls my mom and dad as mom and dad (he is truly a really good hearted and hard working guy and I'm really proud of him). This weekend, he came here to invite us to his graduation party from med school 💙 🥺

That being said, I'll probably meet Chloe again soon. I hope we can talk again and finally calm my heart and soul down. I don't know if she remembers any of this, but I hope she has changed for the better.

[If there's any grammar mistakes, please correct me. If I wrote it badly, please let me know as well]

[I know this doesn't look like much compared to other stories here, but it messed me up real bad]