Three words. Made. Of. Awesomeness. Here's my 500 words story: I gazed sadly from my corner at the group of giggling girls gathered in the middle of the playground. Sighing, I willed myself to look away.
How could it be that just shy of three months ago, I had been part of that group? How, in such a short space of time, I had been exiled to this bench to be alone for the foreseeable future? And why had my former best friends, Cassie and Taras just deserted my like that? I shook my head, trying to expel the memories from my mind.
It had all started when she came. A girl called Alice Thatcher. Friend-snatcher Thatcher.
Alice had been at the school before me, and so had known them longer. Apparently they were in their own little group which was broken up by some other girl called Cecelia. But that’s a completely different story.
As their group was being torn up, Alice moved to one of the arctic regions of Canada, which was not that long after I came to the school. It took some time, but I was made an official member of the group, and Alice was rarely talked about, only sometimes mentioned.
But while this may sound like a happy ending, there was trouble still to come.
No matter how close they were as friends, I would always felt left out in some way. I never told anyone, but I thought that when it comes down to it, that Cassie and Tara would choose each other over me. As you can tell, it was true.
These thoughts of jealousy only came at certain moments, and I would quickly push them away.
This went on for nearly three years. Cassie, Tara and I, and even another Tara, were banded together pretty tightly. We were inseparable.
There are a couple of common sayings that are really accurate. You don’t miss the water till the well runs dry. No happy ending.
It was late November, and we were practising for our school’s Christmas showcase. Miss Brindler, our music teacher, was making us sing a bunch of terrible songs, like Sing, and There Must Be An Angel. Me, Cassie, and the Taras were making fun of all the songs and making ridiculous lyrics instead of the real ones, so we spent half the time aching with laughter.
In the middle of You Need Plastic Surgery, the secretary came into the classroom, with Alice Thatcher behind her.
There was a look of shock on my friend’s faces.
As soon as Alice came back, she was immediately welcomed, like she’d been there the whole time.
For time being, having Alice back was great. Well, at least to everyone else it was. I was pushed out completely, and when I tried to start an argument about it, I would be ignored and just completely overlooked and discounted. And the worst part was Cassie and the Taras just went with it. Didn’t even notice.
So that’s my story. Pushed out and unnoticed.

Fantastic Megan!!!!! Your story is brilliant. I didn't want it to end :( Like you said in your story, I quickly expel those thoughts from my mind. That's what I was doing each time I remember I was Alice thatcher and that moving to the arctic regions of Canada was when I moved to Australia temporarily.
Favour time could you please continue the story for me to read it you definitely have a future career as an author. X : ) keep writing, Sophie.

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