"Friends"

You know that feeling you get when you make some friends that seem real? Like these people understand you and accept you for who you are? Like you can be yourself around them? Hopefully, they really are good friends. I have had a lot of "friends" stab me in the back. I just realized today that I had some friends like that.
At first, I ignored the fact that they were looking at each other with strange eyes when I was around. I didn't want to believe they were nasty girls.
Then, I noticed when I was alone with either one of them, they talked about one another behind their backs. So I figured they talked about me behind my back, too.
And today, I heard them talking about me. I don't have a clue why I hung out with them all these years. I always knew they were dramatic gossiphounds who had too much of the gift of gab.
I know the reason why I hung out with them. There were no other teens to talk to. My dad says that I don't have to go to my stepmother's family's parties. Then my stepmother butts in and says I have to go. I practically waved it in her face that I really was NOT looking forward to going. I was not feeling good, because it was the "special" time of the month.
But I had to go anyway. Her redneck family doesn't even talk to me. So, next time I don't want to go to a party, I won't. I'll be a pain in the ass.