The Truth
Once you arrive at the party, she immediately spots you and walks over to you, a sour look on her face.
"Um, what are you doing here? You weren't invited."
"Well, I would be less of a surprise if you'd actually invited me."
"I didn't invite you because you don't belong here."
"But I'm your best friend..." the two of you go on forever about this before you decide to finally tell her how you feel.
"Well I'm sick of you bossing me around and treating me like garbage. Best friends don't do that to each other and I honestly don't want to be friends with someone how treats me like that. You're rude and have no interest in anyone's life except your own." With that, you walk out of the party, your friendship of five years, coming to an end.
"Um, what are you doing here? You weren't invited."
"Well, I would be less of a surprise if you'd actually invited me."
"I didn't invite you because you don't belong here."
"But I'm your best friend..." the two of you go on forever about this before you decide to finally tell her how you feel.
"Well I'm sick of you bossing me around and treating me like garbage. Best friends don't do that to each other and I honestly don't want to be friends with someone how treats me like that. You're rude and have no interest in anyone's life except your own." With that, you walk out of the party, your friendship of five years, coming to an end.
