Andrew

Everyone loves Andrew. He is 18, hes so sweet, always smiling. But not to me. With me, he was different. He says mean things, blame me for stuff I didn’t do, and no one ever believes me . Whenever I tried to call him out, people just brush it off like I was imagining it. But I wasn’t. I saw him for what he really was and he hates me for it, we used to ne friends but as we got older he started hanging out with other people and stopped being my friend because he thinks hes better than you and everyone else