This is my contest entry! ~Enjoy~
How to make an enemy: Sometimes I wonder, does everybody go through this? Does everybody have to deal with all the lying, hiding, and tears that come with a friendship? Or is that just me? It's funny the amount of people that have lied to me. The amount of people that have betrayed me. I almost want to laugh at it. But I can't laugh at that. It hurts too much. The fear in my stomach whenever I make a new friend. Now, none of my ex-best friends or old friends became my enemies, but I knew very well how to make one. But this one was different. She seemed nice, happy, caring, so, I decided it was safe. "What's your name?" I snap out of my thoughts, and notice a girl standing in front of me. I froze, unsure what to say. "Say your name, stupid." I thought to myself. "Fay. What's yours?" I asked. "I mean, I kind of just told you that, but I guess you didn't realize I was standing right in front of you, but mine is Celia." She smiled. I smiled back, not wanting to scare her away. I needed new friends. I may not trust people, but that would never stop me from making friends. I wouldn't be able to live without them. "That's a good name. I've always liked it." I smiled sweetly. "Thanks." She said. The conversation went on, and soon enough, the bell rang, and lunch was over. Friendships were fun, but never easy. Over the months, we became best friends. But I still didn't trust her. To the point where it got out of hand. I remember it like it was yesterday. "Why don't you trust me with anything? I've clearly been nice to you but you never return the favor!" Celia yelled. "That's because the second I trust anybody or get comfortable, they always ruin it. It's been like that since the 5th grade!" I yelled back. "So you just assume I'm like everyone else?" She asked with a sassy tone. "Yes! Because it's safer that way. It'll stop me from being upset when you do start being a jerk! I can't deal with it again. I can't get too close. Just leave me alone!" I yelled at her. "Unless you can understand why I need to keep to myself, then I can't hang out with you." I said. Celia sighed. "So, you really do want to get on my bad side, don't you?" Celia started laughing. "Not really, but if I have to, I will." I said quietly. "Well, it's too late for that. You already have long ago. I heard rumors about you. I wanted to test it. I really did want to be your friend, but not for the reason you would think. Those rumors were true apparently." She said. "See what I mean by I'm always betrayed by others?" I said to her, rolling my eyes. "And by the way, get out of my room." I said. Celia walked out of the room without questioning it, and the second the door shut, I curled up into a ball, and cried. No matter how many times I said I didn't care, I really did. It still hurts just as much. I knew it was a stupid idea. But I went along with it anyway. I just needed someone. The next day at school wasn't any better. The amount of glares I got made me laugh. Apparently Celia was super popular. And everyone was on her side. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around. The second I saw Celia with a bottle of water, ready to squirt my face with it, I punched her. She stumbled back in surprise, and growled. "You really have the nerve to do that, don't you? And you don't know how to handle a joke." Celia said. I smiled at her, but not in a nice way. It was in a way that told her, "You really don't realize what you just did." That was the first time I realized it. I had just made an enemy.
