That was high school for you. And that was the beginning of the end of our friendship. A lot of nasty things were said and done, and I am not excusing myself from any blame. I can be just as bad as the next person, especially when provoked. But sometimes, I'll look at her and remember all the fun times we had and feel a twinge of regret that our friendship had to turn so sour.
Regrets are the only real bitches.
Even now in college, I find myself transported back in time every now and then. With so many girls in sorority, it's hard not to avoid the high-school type clashes. There's always plenty of opportunities to hear and dish flak about one another. And when the insults start to fly, it's almost always about someone's appearance. Or little blue birdies will come my way and tell me who's been talking trash on me.