We use to be friends. Everything changed. We got to high school. You went prep and I chose the opposite route. We rejected each other's new friends, our styles, and ultimately each other. I don't know you anymore. The person I used to know might be somewhere beneath the short skirt, revealing shirt and tons of make-up. Maybe you killed her. We both moved on. Remember the days? Now they are bittersweet. I have moved on and now it is like we never even knew each other. I am part of your shameful past that you dumped for a status. We use to be friends, now we are nothing but strangers.