When I was 8 years old, I had this friend. Let's call her Ursula cause she was manipulative and evil.
She was mean but she was my friend wtf.
There was this one time, she didn't approve of me being friends with this other girl, and she turned our whole gang against me.
Anyways, here's the story.
We were in class, and she asked me, "Can you give me RM2?"
My dad only gives me RM3 a day and I needed the money to buy food during recess so I said, "Go ask someone else."
Then she begins to tell me this whole elaborate story about how her mother died, and her father married a woman who had two daughters. Her stepsisters were mean to her and they would always steal her shoes and the mother was ugly with a lazy eye.
Sometimes, her stepsisters won't even let her inside the house. And I remember that I was so moved by her predicament that I LENT her RM2.
What.The.Hell.
And she never gave me back the money.
She was mean but she was my friend wtf.
There was this one time, she didn't approve of me being friends with this other girl, and she turned our whole gang against me.
Anyways, here's the story.
We were in class, and she asked me, "Can you give me RM2?"
My dad only gives me RM3 a day and I needed the money to buy food during recess so I said, "Go ask someone else."
Then she begins to tell me this whole elaborate story about how her mother died, and her father married a woman who had two daughters. Her stepsisters were mean to her and they would always steal her shoes and the mother was ugly with a lazy eye.
Sometimes, her stepsisters won't even let her inside the house. And I remember that I was so moved by her predicament that I LENT her RM2.
What.The.Hell.
And she never gave me back the money.
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