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1-32: Fake Friends

 (!!Bullying ahead!!)

I was in high school. I had a lot of friends among the girls in my class, as opposed to reality. I was always talking to those girls, telling them almost everything that was going on in my life. 

Then one day, I found myself at grandma's house, watching the usual 12 pm scientific documentary on TVR1. I ate lunch and went to take a nap, just like I used to when I was younger. I fell asleep and had a dream (within this dream, yes). In this dream, I saw the girls who were supposed to be my friends shaming me, taunting me, laughing at whatever small word I was saying, to the point that they didn't even allow me to finish a proper sentence.

I woke up scared and went to school (still in the dream), just to discover that the horrid things I'd seen earlier were happening in "reality", too. My so-called friends were laughing at me, hitting me, calling me fake and stupid, as if I'd done a really bad thing, but I knew better that I was not guilty of anything. 

"Aww, you don't say! Really...??" one of the girls interrupted me as I tried to explain to them that they were accusing me of things I never did. They kept going on and on with the shaming, denying everything I managed to say to them, until I broke down, crying. They laughed, even then. 

I don't know if they ended up apologizing or not, but I made up my mind to not talk to them ever again.

 

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Real Characters: Țoțo, Ana C., Ioana Z., Andrada P. and some other girls I barely interacted with in high school, my grandma.

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