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Sitting in the car I looked over at Jessica and felt a surge of relief and happiness when I thought about how we are okay now. Since me and David started dating a year ago his sister, Jessica, has hated me without reason. She had sabotaged our relationship for months, for reasons she couldn't even explain. For the longest time I thought she liked me and I went out of my way to be nice to her and try and include her and get David to be nicer to her (stop calling her names, share the Ps3, help her out with her mom, etc).

I liked her, we had similar interests, but for whatever reason her and her friend Chelsea didn't like me. And I found this out when someone else told me they were calling me a "Filthy whore" and "Bitch" behind my back.

Needless to say, when I found this out I was appalled. It hurt, and that is because I'm one of those people who want everyone to like me. And to be quite honest, it isn't hard to like me, I'm a generally loving and nice person. So I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. I wrote both her and Chelsea a long letter explaining how I didn't have the energy to handle their angst and senseless hatred (at this time I was still going through my family stuff) and how I would like a solid reason for why they don't like me. I explained how it upsets me and how I wanted to get along, blah blah blah.

Anyways, since that point Jessica got me kicked out of the house (I was living with David to escape my crack-using father) and made me go back up north to live with my mother (who not 2 weeks after I got there tried to overdose on drugs in an attempt to kill herself on my BIRTHDAY, and that's only the beginning.) So to sum all this up, she had really affected my life because of her senseless hate.

But when I returned back to Florida and back to staying with David (temporarily until I moved into my new foster home) both her and Chelsea came in the room and apologized and asked to be friends. I cried and said it meant alot to me, more than they could realize. All I wanted was for us to be friends, they weren't bad girls besides the fact that they did that.

So now we are comfortable and friends, like all that mess never happened. And though I'm relieved and joyous that we are friends, I'll never be able to put what she did behind me. I forgive her, but I wont forget it. This may sound bitter, but what she did affected me beyond repair, and it will be hard to just let go. But, all in all, I love her very much and I still cry when I think of how relieved I am that we are friends, and how much it means to me that everything is good.