A Bad Year

When I was in third grade, there was this girl. She tried to steal my best friends from me and pretty much turned the entire grade against me. I couldn’t stand it. She was kind of like my arch nemesis. It wasn’t cool. I left the school that year to move to Connecticut, and I thought that those problems were over. But two years later, actually just a few weeks ago, she got into my friend’s phone and got my phone number. Then, she started texting me and, like, lying to me through her phone. When I accused her of invading privacy, she said she knew nothing about it. I blocked her number then.