Best friends tell each other secrets. Whether it’s something silly or something incredibly personal. Cassandra never told me any of hers, but she always listened to mine. 

We met each other in middle school and we’ve been inseparable ever since. She understands me like no one else ever has. However what would you do when you have a fight with your best friend? Especially when the fight turns to war.
    Cassandra was the “it” girl. Girls wanted to be her and boys wanted to have her. My name’s Alexandria and I was what you’d call an outcast. No one ever really bothered talking to me. Now just because Cassandra has gotten used to being the center of attention most of her life does not mean this story is going to be all about her. This time it’s my turn to tell my side of the story. I remember the day I met her like lyrics to my favorite song..
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         It was sunny and the sky was clear blue. I decided to walk home alone after school. I felt as if I was being followed. I kept skeptically looking behind me. I heard obnoxious laughing coming from a distance. It was Cassandra and her wannabe clones. They all thought I was weird back then.
    “Hey loser!” Shouted one of the clones.
    “Shut up.” Replied Cassandra.
I rolled my eyes and continued walking forward. I looked back again to see Cassandra looking straight at me. I felt as if she could see right through me. Cassandra smirked at me. It wasn’t an assuring smile but a devious one. She began fiercely walking away from the clones and towards me.
    “Cassandra where are you going?” Shouted the clones.
Cassandra ignored them and continued catching up to me.
    “Hey are you new here?” Cassandra questioned with a warm grin.
    “No.. We’ve been in classes together since elementary school--”
“Whatever. Why are you walking alone?” Cassandra interrupted.
I didn’t want to tell her that I didn’t have many friends. She’d think I was such a loser. I decided to tell a little lie to spare my dignity.
“My friends didn’t want to walk with me because they all prefer taking the bus.”
I answered her quite unsurely. Cassandra could tell I wasn’t being honest with her.  She gave me a look of sympathy. I felt like a pity case to her. How could someone so petite be so intimidating?
    “Oh darling, if we’re going to be friends we have to be truthful with each other.” Cassandra laughed.
    “Friends?”
I cautiously questioned. I thought that she obviously wanted something. Or that this could’ve been some kind of joke.
    “Of course girly! Come over.” Cassandra asked while flipping her long dark brown hair.
    “Um..I don’t know..maybe--”
    “That wasn’t a question and you don’t have a choice.” Cassandra demanded.
    “Well then sure, I guess..”
I thought going to her house was going to be embarrassing and absolutely awkward. Surprisingly it wasn’t. I actually had fun. Cassandra seemed to be down to Earth. She listened to everything I said and gave me advice. I just wish I was smart enough then to not of trusted someone so manipulative.

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Now it’s 3 years later and we’re still inseparable. We made it through middle school together and we’re moving up to high school. Cassandra can’t wait for high school to start because she plans on “ruling” it. Meanwhile I just plan on surviving it.
“Hey loser, what are you wearing tomorrow for our first day of high school?” Cassandra sarcastically asked.
“Sweatpants and a t-shirt--”
“Boringgg! Can’t you ever be outgoing?” Cassandra dramatically sighed.
“You have a serious habit of cutting me off.” I mumbled.
“Whatever. I’m wearing a slim fitted red dress. That’ll get the senior boys attention won’t it?” Cassandra laughed while winking.
“Maybe you should try a classier and subtle look for the first day. You don’t want to give out the wrong impression.”
I nervously spoke out while avoiding eye contact with her. All of a sudden Cassandra stopped fiddling with her collection of high heels and stood up. She fiercely walked over to me and forced me to look at her right in the eyes.
“I’m sorry I don't remember asking for your opinion. You’ve always been the boring one. I’ve always been the hot one. You should only be taking advice from me. Not trying to me give me any. Now are we clear?” Cassandra demanded without any remorse or hesitation.
“Y-yes of course.” I stuttered.
“Good. So tell me about your schedule already!” Cassandra shouted out with anticipation.
She reminded me of a bipolar princess. One minute Cassandra could be shaking hands with her people and then the next minute she’d be blowing up her kingdom with her people in it. Anything to benefit her she’d do. Anyone to get in her way she'd destroy. Being her friend was like being a prisoner. Whatever she said had to happen her specific way. Whatever anyone else ever said she didn't even hear.
I grew tired of spending my years being controlled by Cassandra. I decided to take a stand against her. Except this time I wasn’t playing fair. I’m playing the way she would. She’d cheat and manipulate her way into winning. Why couldn't I do the same thing? Except worse. So that is exactly what I did. I continued cautiously pretending to be her friend and acting like everything was fine. She never let me speak much anyways so it would be easy laying low.
“Hello Earth to Alexandria.. You keep staring into space and it’s freaking me out.” Sighed Cassandra.
“Oh, sorry.” I mumbled under my breath.
She didn't suspect me plotting my revenge. Why would someone extremely boring be planning to take down an evil bit--
“I’m going out with Toby tonight. Do me a favor and give me some money.” Cassandra rudely asked.
“I thought we were having a sleepover tonight. You’re sneaking out and ditching me?” I questioned.
“Oh honey, watching the notebook with you for the thousandth time doesn’t sound any what appealing.” Cassandra hysterically giggled.
“What about your parents?” I raised my eyebrow and asked.
“Don’t worry, they think I’m sleeping here tonight.”
I saw an opportunity and I wanted to take it so badly. It would be simple to just pick up the phone and tell them what their daughter is actually doing. She’d be dead. My heart was racing and my mind was overanalyzing the situation. My tingling fingertips grasp my cellphone as I go to dial. All of a sudden I drop my cellphone to the ground. My hairs stand on end. I get it now. I don’t want to loose my best friend to something so stupid. I still love her and even her mischievous ways. What was I ever thinking? Friendship is worth more than a grudge.