ARASH’S “FAKE FRIENDS” monologue

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The game went great. All I could hear was the crowd screaming my name. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, all the eyes staring at me, and the taste of the dry air. I had to make that basket. Everyone was counting on me. The ball leaves my hand and the crowd gasps and jumps to their feet. The ball spins in the air, circles around the rim, then… IT MAKES IT IN! The crowd goes wild! My teammates lifted me up over their heads and I felt amazing! At least, I did for a little while until it was all ruined.

After the game, I saw Angelica. She talked to me for a few minutes. We haven’t spoken in a while. She told me that I played really well in the game. I blushed and thanked her. I wanted to talk more but her mom showed up in the car and she had to go. I love everything about her. I have for a long time. I love her silky, brown hair, her beautiful light brown skin, and her eyes. They’re this magnificent hazel color. But the thing that I love the most about her is her personality. She’s funny, sweet, and super smart.

None of that matters now.

See, right after she left, my friend Angel walked over to me. We haven’t seen each other in a while and he had this strange look on his face.

He says, “Hey bro, I want to tell you something but please don’t get mad.” He starts to tell me how Angelica asked him out a few weeks ago and they’ve been dating. He’s been avoiding me because he knew I liked her but then he goes on to say that he always liked her, too.

My head was spinning. He never mentioned that he liked her once.

He knew how I felt about her and he betrayed me anyway. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. He was still talking but I couldn’t hear anymore. I finally just screamed at him, “Leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you ever again.”

He kept saying he was sorry but I didn’t care. He looked like he was going to cry and I said, “I don’t trust you anymore. You are not my friend.” I just walked away while he stood there. I thought about it the whole way home.

He was never a real friend, just a fake one and I will never trust anyone with my feelings or secrets ever again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Netaarash

Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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