Just Two

I've only ever had two friends. One a backstabber. The other just plain rude. They weren't like that when I met them.

At the beach with Mr. Rude

I went to the beach with Mr. Rude (his real name is Jack). As soon as we got there he was saying how boring and ignorant I was even though I hadn't done anything. I got out of the car and waited. After several minutes I told him to hurry up. He said I was being bossy. He finally got out and I ran into the water. He got in and complained, "It's too cold. Why do you have to pick the worst beach ever?!" He was getting on my nerves. What finally did it was when he said, "Are you trying to make my life more miserable? "Yes!!" I screamed at him. I got in my car and drove off. He could walk.

At the beach with Mr. Backstabber

I was bored, so I took Mr. Backstabber (Henry) to the beach. He was my best friend. We got to the beach and jumped in. We swam around and had fun. When we got out, we grabbed our surf boards and jumped back in. After about an hour, Henry sat in the sand and watched me. Eventually, he got out his phone and looked like he was texting. When I came back on shore he got up and put his phone away. When I got in the car I checked my phone. I got a text from Henry. I looked at the text. Text: "Luke (me) is so weird. He can't even surf. This is the worst day of my life..." I put my phone away and drove Henry back home. When he got out I sat in the car and cried. I thought he was my best friend. All those years and happy memories. The best days of my life. All lies.

I hate a backstabber more. I can't really explain why, so I hope this fictional story did.