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A Taste of Your Own Medicine

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Setting: Burbank, California

At Rise: Girl sitting on her friend’s bed hugging a pillow with her friend next to her

Characters:  Girl, about 15 years old and just broke up with her best friend

Genre: Dramatic

(sighs) I..I just can’t believe she did this to me…we were supposed to last forever, not for less than a year. She said she loved me and that I was her best friend. But..she lied…SHE FREAKIN’ LIED!( pauses and takes a deep breath). She only used me.I really cared about her…I put her before anything, she was my PRIORITY!(pauses then laughs bitterly) Now she won’t have anyone to rant to. To talk to. TO LAUGH WITH! You know what? Forget her. I’m gonna have a better life without her. ( her friend asks her where she lived) Where did she live? Um…(laughs nervously) well…Egypt. And no I’ve never actually met her in person but we were internet friends and it still counts. Anyways (her friend interrupts asks her what her best friend’s name was) It was Nora, why?

(her friend tells her that she moved to America and is now in their school) WHAT?! No this is impossible. I can’t have her in my school, I’ll end up punching her if I see her in the hallways. (smirks) wait, that’s a great idea. I’ll beat her up and teach her not to mess with me and use me like she did. Then after that, she’ll be so terrified of me that she’ll have no choice but to listen to me and respect me and do everything I tell her to do. It’s perfect don’t you think? ( her friends says it’s too  harsh) TOO HARSH?! No, it’s not, she deserves it for doing what she did. (Sighs and looks down) You don’t understand. She broke every single promise she ever made, she verbally abused me, she was racist, and to top it all off, she blamed me for every single thing. She had me under her control. I was so afraid of not being able to find another best friend that I did and believed everything she said. I didn’t want to lose her because even though she hurt me we still had good times. (Chuckles a bit) I remember when we used to stay up late at night just talking about our favorite singer Adam Lambert and talking about stupid stuff and then laughing so much that I had tears in my eyes and I couldn’t breathe. Those were the times that I felt so happy. Those are the times that I wish had never ended. (Sniffles) Sometimes I miss her so much, I cry myself to sleep and I blame everything on me. She was the only one who actually understood me and knew what to say when I was feeling down. (Looks down and starts crying a little) Am I that bad? Am I that bad that she had to break my heart and then act like I was nothing and that she didn’t care? Honestly, I don’t care what anyone thinks, I’m gonna walk up to her tomorrow in school and I’m gonna punch her so hard that she’ll swallow her teeth. (Storms out of friend’s room)

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