When I first moved to Louisiana, I met so many people at one time. I met this girl named Charlotte at lunch when I was in junior high, and we became the best of friends. We would spend basically every waking moment with each other since, whether it was walking to classes, eating lunch together, going to school, leaving school, or even on the weekend. I told her everything a girl could tell someone. We would spill our juicy gossip stories about boys to what we ate for lunch that day. She was my best friend until the day I met this adorable boy named Josh.
Josh had asked me out on a few dates and had then become my boyfriend of two and a half years. We had been together about a year when Charlotte started to feel like she was being replaced. It felt like World War III had just begun. Things with Charlotte just kept getting worse and worse. She then made me choose between her or Josh. I thought she was being ridiculous and figured she would come back to me, so I choose to be friends with her and still be Josh's girlfriend even though that's not what she wanted. I didn't care, so I continued to try and make our friendship work. Even though we weren't best friends anymore; I thought of her as one of my good friends then and still do to this day, and she does too.
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