The Worst Summer

So this story is about what has happened to me when I was a little bit younger and vulnerable. I was around 13 years old and I and my best friend got into a fight, she said something about me that hurt so I confronted her. She then wasn’t my friend anymore. I felt sad because I just lost my best friend and as I started to lose her, I started losing another friend and another and another until finally, it was just me standing there wondering where all my friends went. So then I looked, every one of them huddled around her then glaring at me. I tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t listen so I sat there and I cried because I was so alone so broken that I couldn’t even speak. So then gossip began and she would come up every day and just tell me, “my parents are gonna beat you up”, “you are nothing can’t you see so you might as well die”, etc. I don’t think you want to know much more. So she continually did this till the end of summer. The next summer she went to a different camp, and people knew the actual truth about what she did so they weren’t befriending her. So she apologized and I forgave her shallowly because you can never really forgive someone who does that to you. Every time I look at her this is all I see and that is the story.