The Secret Monologue

My phone vibrated waking me from my daydream state. I was trying focus on my math homework but my hand had gotten tired of writing so much. I flipped over my phone, slightly blinded by the brightness of the screen I quickly turned the brightness down to low. Then, I was greeted by a text from Ashley, It read “We need to talk.” I had no idea what she was talking about because she seemed upset but we hadn’t argued for years. I quickly bailed on the idea of doing math homework and instead replied,
“What do you mean?” The wooden chair in the kitchen creaked as I swung my feet back and forth, my eyes glued to the screen. A few moments later she responded with
“You always follow me and Mac around, she is not your friend she’s mine, you always try to fit in and act cool but instead you just end up

“You know what Ashley, I’m done trying for you all you do is treat me like dirt and then you act like the victim!! I don’t need you, all you do is push me around and bring me down! I trusted you and whenever you were mean to me I would just think that you were having a bad day and it wasn’t your fault... Have a great life and don’t let the door hit you on the way out! I shoved my thumb down on the button to block her number, then I sprinted out of the room, tears still glistening on my cheek. The bell rang filling me up with dread, for the next class I had was with Ashley.
I dragged my feet across the carpeted floor in Mrs. Fluitt’s classroom, sure enough, Ashley was in her seat, the one right next to mine. I pulled out my chair from the fake wood desk and sat down. “Can you not?”Ashley snarled
“I would leave if I could but I'm stuck sitting with you” I retorted. My hand shot up as fast as a bullet being shot out of a gun. Mrs. Fluitt gingerly walked over “What do you need?” she grumbled. “I can’t focus at this table can I be moved as far away as possible?” I