Paris's friend and Paris Jackson

February, 4, 2011 I was sitting in the living room and my stomach started growling. Chris looked at me and said” all we have in the kitchen is a jar of pickles.” I said” will you go get them please?” He stood up and said” wait a minute; I thought you hated pickles?” I said” I’ll take any food at this point….need food!!!” While he was in the kitchen I heard the glass break and said” that better not have been the pickles!!!” I walked into the kitchen and Chris said” my hands slipped.” I smiled and jokingly said” I hate you so much right now!!!” I grabbed my truck’s...

So, this is it. My life is officially over because of my so-called-friend, Niki.
We used to do everything together, we learned how to ride bikes together, we went home from school together, we would go trick or treating and caroling together, when she fell off the swing, I was the one to call for help, and when I fell off a tree she was the one who called my mom..
What happened to us?

I tried calling her, but all I could get was her voice mail.
"Hey! This is Niki! Sorry I can't answer your call right now, I'm off somewhere. Leave me a message?"
Beep!
"Hey Niki"I sighed,"It's Ella, look I'm sorry...