Everyone has or had a mean girl. Me? Never. I was the kid everyone either didn't care about, or really liked.

So, this was the first time I came into collision with an immovable stone cold heart.

Let's call her Ugly, cuz I don't care to give her a real name.

I thought I had always been prepared for this situation. But nope.

And before you say, "She probably was going through alot!" Nope. She was rich. She had parents. For all I know she has a mansion!

This is the kind of girl that's like, "Omg, I love this crop top!!!! Oooh, you're wearing a new shirt?" Like my ga lady. Don't you buy clothes? Oh, I forgot, you've got two full closets the size of football fields!

Ugly messed with my head. She acted like my friend, then I tell her something, and everyone knows with in an hour.

She broke me and my friends. Ugly the extremely pretty wanna be.

Did I mention she dated one of my friends, the broke up, hated each other, and then, when I try to keep them apart, all of sudden, they're best friends, and get mad at me!