Episode 1: A friend in Need is a friend indeed:

Tres friends: The definition of Treason committed against your own BESTFRIEND/Family Member

Welcome to Tres friends. A treasonous act committed by a best friend and/or family member like your own Fraternal Twin sister. I should have known I had Judas Iscariot. The person whom I shared a womb with ate all of my food while my mother was pregnant. Left me debilitated and this Bitch even pushed me as I was supposed to be the first twin to descend to greatness. I was forced to be delayed in my mother's womb for 30mins too long. I was either going to kill my mother during childbirth, myself, or the both of us. Lucky for Judas I came up on top. This made her betrayal all along the lines a reminder of three stories in the Bible, Cain and Abel, Adam and Eve she was the snake slithering in the Garden, and Judas Iscariot who sold Jesus and his whereabouts for 30 pieces of Silver. See it took me 30 mins just to come out of my mother's womb. Her first name Starts with a J too. Maybe the warning signs were there all along. The betrayal made it all bitter when Brutus (Brutas) dumb in Spanish, Joined this Judas/Cain with the one who both betrayed Julius Cesar Brutus and Cassius. I should have seen the signs. You can't blame anyone but yourself for being blinded by the reality that was right in front of you.

 

Episode 1: A friend in Need is a friend indeed: This is the story of how a best friend when from friend to enemy. Let me start you off with the way our friendship was framed. I was a first-year student in Highschool. I was supposed to be in the 10th grade but because my parents decided to send me to their homeland the language and education were different. I started Highschool in 2005. I was scared just like anyone would be. I was starting as a first-year student at a new school and barely any of the friends I had in the 8th grade followed me to this high school. I wanted to go to a high school with a small population. The school accepted me. I was starting in September of 2005. I didn’t have much money. My mother was poor. My mother provided in area that she could and that was emotional support, and she supported my endeavors at school. I used to dress kind of Goth is what they call it. I was wearing black and red clothing. I did not have a lot of money, but the kids here were sporting Jordans, Pepe jeans, 7 jeans, true religion, and $300 dollars' worth of shoes and clothing. I got to the school and as a freshman I was making friends with other freshmen. I saw a friend who attended catholic school with me, and I haven’t seen her in years. I gravitated towards the familiar but her and mines friendship was really me being young Gossiping and not valuing a loyal friend in her. I was In 4th grade in Catholic school when I meet her. I hated Catholic school. It was a co-ed school. I hated this one mean teacher who made the experience of school stressful and full of Anxiety. She caused Anxiety in my other classmates too. I wanted to get excommunicated from Catholic school so bad. I ended up one day in the bathroom. There was a bench in the bathroom. The bench had pantyhose on them. I decided it was a brilliant idea to throw the panty hose in the toilet. My sister Judas was there and another friend. I did the deed by myself though and clogged the toilet. I should have known from here this is the Gensis of how your own family member like Jesus who knew judas would betray them I should have taken notes here. Back to the story. I walked out the bathroom and didn’t think or care much about it. The next day I got pulled in because my so-called friend and Judas betrayed me and told on me. Fine I can take full responsibility for my shitty actions here. I was told that parents were upset because the younger girls whose panty hose I flushed down the toilet had to go home without any leggings and at this time it was snowing. I felt horrible because of course I didn’t intend for this. I wanted to be kicked out of Catholic School but in the end had some bullshit punishment with the mean teacher. She made me write like 1,000 times something to the effect that I was not going to do this again. I was so mad, embarrassed because the Nun’s will shame you and make you feel as if this deed means you will be a murderer or serial killer. The nuns said a sin is a sin and it is categorized in the same category. I didn’t put 2 and 2 together as an adult that these girls ratted me out because they were the only two witnesses there. The other friend her name was Christina. She had a younger brother who attended the same school we did. Christina was by no means rich she had less than I did. Her mother was a single mother and she struggled like crazy to provide the essentials sometimes with food. Judas and I were fortunate that food than was not as expensive. A slice of pizza with a soda was about $1.25. The can sodas were .50 cents a pop and the pizza were like .75 cents I believe. Our moms used to work so we were considered the latch key kids. I would go with my sister Judas to Afterschool program we were like 10 at the time. Our mother also attended school. She made sure we had food or money for either a pizza or Chinese food. An order of French fries with a ridiculous amount of Ketchup and hot sauce with 4-piece chicken wings and a soda came up to $3.00 bucks. The order was like $2.75 cents and a can of soda, or we would buy the color water juice and soda which was about 25 cents, 50 cents for the cheap sodas. We made sure to share with her because her mother struggled. I remember the friendship with her was visiting at her home, sleep overs, and Britney Spears, Spice Girls, NSYNC, Backstreet boys, Lil Bow wow, and the likes of the 90’s pop groups. We were all great friends. Christina had a huge problem of lying. I felt all her lies just made me upset with her and gossiping with other classmates. I can admit that wasn’t nice. UPDATE: MY MOTHER IS AN ARIES SO SHE HOARDED MY DIARY FROM 1999. I WROTE AN ENTRY THAT THIS FRIEND WAS ALWAYS LYING AND CHEATING ON QUIZZES WHICH MADE ME OF COURSE JUDGMENTAL BUT SHORT TEMPERMENT TOWARDS DECIET.We ended up having issues with her and distanced ourselves. A teacher heard the gossiping going around and I am glad she told us that wasn’t the nice thing to do. Hindsight is 20/20. We ended up apologizing to eachother because Judas and I felt guilty for it. The reason we lost contact is because our parents were fed up with Judas and me failing (on purpose). We got something we did not see coming. A different homeland, with a diff set of rules and culture shocked the fuck out of us. We didn’t know how to read or write the native language. I was upset at my mother because initially we were supposed to vacation In her homeland the problem is Judas and myself were so disrespectful. Our mother Kicked our asses badly. My mother broke a broom on my sisters back (Good she deserved that shit in the head, should have fucked around and caused a traumatic brain injury) JK. I remember there were no 911 or Child protective services back up in this land. Every parent who raised a disrespectful child in the United States knew that if their parents took them to their country an ass whipping is nothing. Parents had an arsenal of ass kicking devices, from extension cords, to brooms, to anything goes. My mother left us to the mercy of my father's side of the family who were Pentecostal HOLY FUCK. I felt like we were in the handmade tales seriously minus the rape and baring children. We lost contact with her because the only form of communication was a landline phone and the way to make a call you had to purchase a calling card that cost $5.00 to place international calls. Oh the 90’s. We didn’t have any other form of communication with her. Fast forward to 6 years later and here Christina is. We all change and evolve. She was a different person. Christina was always quiet and kept to herself. She was hanging out now with kids who were always loud, showing off what their parents got them because now Christina’s mom I can tell had a sizeable income, so she had a cell phone. The boost Mobiles, the walkie talkie phones. She owned one. She had a belly button ring, and she was taller and pretty. I was shy and this was not a crowd I wanted to gravitate towards because I was a little quieter like a nerd. I loved school and my focus was always school. I had an aunt who was attending Harvard Law school and she served as someone who instilled in me education over everything else. I was bullied of course. I had individuals who would speak ill of me and my clothing choices. I remember I was in Spanish class. I noticed this beautiful Taino looking young lady, Intro to (Cassius or Brutus). She had beautiful long hair, she had a big curvy natural booty, she was Puerto Rican, and she was a sophomore. I remember giving her a compliment about her beauty and she was very sweet. She had a face that many people judged her for. Brutus had an incomplete stereotype attached to her as a come mielda (Stuck up in Spanish but the translation means her shit don't stink) conceited, mean, and the Mary Magdalaine difference is MM repented for being a prostitute our friend is very much a ho and well. I didn’t see any of her imperfections. NEVER TURN A BLIND EYE. I saw a beautiful girl who just wanted to get her work done and go home to attend big responsibilities. I didn’t know at the time how difficult her life was. I remember there was a boy who was trying to talk to her, and he was attractive and so was she. I started to tell her how they would make a great couple. She acknowledged that but said he was a player as per usual. I didn’t immediately hang out with Brutus, but we had conversations. She had a bestfriend at the time in the school, so we never got to link up when I was a freshman. I heard so many bad things about her. I heard she was someone who had multiple boyfriends and slept around. I was def not one to judge her because I didn’t know her. That was never in my nature to judge someone especially based on gossip and rumors like this is high school. I was a year older than she was. however, I ended up meeting a friend and we became close. She was Christian and short. Her name was Tina, known as Tinnie Tiny Tina. Many referred to her as that. I was so happy she came to the school in October. I didn’t have many friends. I hated sitting in the lunchroom with crowds who were constantly gossiping and trying to pick on me because I was new. Welcome to the Jungle of survival of the finest clothing, shoes, and designer clothing. My mother could not afford these items for me. I did eventually get a job at 16. I always tried to save my money and not give into capitalism. X-tina and I became the best of friends. She was a SOPHMORE. I was older than her by 2 years. We had similar background, personalities, and morals. We were girls who were studious, and we didn’t put too many stocks into boys until (hormonally challenged age) I remember this dynamic duo was about to be a threesome. She meets this guy named Julio. He was good looking. He was a bit short too. Not her short she was 4, 11 he was just inches taller than her. He had nice green eyes, and he was Puerto Rican like my friend x-tina. She was infatuated with him. I was all for the relationship but of course I didn’t quite fit with these two. Don’t get me wrong. She didn’t leave me for him. I didn't want to feel like a 3rd wheel. We didn't hang out as much because she was dedicating her time to this relationship. I understood that priorities right. The relationship didn’t last long because like any Youngman with a penis, rumors were circulating around school about his real intentions with her. We heard he wanted Sleep with her. He wanted to be the one to take her virginity because we were both Virgins. I know when she heard the rumors, she confronted him about it. She was hurt. Of course he denied it. She didn’t believe him, and she ended up dumping him. I was so happy. My friend was back. He was not a nice young man. I got to see his dark side of the way he would express himself around his guy friends and yes to me the rumors were true. He was putting up a front mopping around the school because she ended things. He begged her to take him back she told him no. He was even putting Don Omar (Pobre Diabla). Look up the meaning because the song was about her crying about a man that wasn't good enough for her. I had a smarter conversation with an onion than him. He was not in mourning for too long until he saw his next victim. X-tina and I did everything together at school. We joined activities together and we even had Community Service at an elementary school together every Thursdays. We got the opportunity to work community service for 9th and 10th grades. 11th and 12th grades were internships to build our portfolios. We also walked back to the school, but we always stopped by the Chinese food spot. She was kind to me. She offered to always buy me food and always looked out for me. X-tina was selfless and that made her shine. Everyone wanted to be her friend. She was popular because her sister was a senior and she was just as beautiful as x-tina. I remember we had community service with this young man named K. We called him k for Krishawn. He was funny, a dancer, a singer, and he was talented. He would make me and X-tina laugh. I always felt when he came into the fold after a while I was being pushed out in a sense. I was a freshman, and he was a sophomore just like she was. They had a bit more common than I did. She did sport Jordans, flashy Jewlery, Timberlands, name brand everything she had it. I was never the type to envy or want any of those things. Of course, it sucked because people were judging my clothing and how they were not name brands. I didn’t let it affect me because her friendship never made me feel like I needed name brand clothing to be her best friend. I loved her for that, and she always pushed me to be the best version of myself. She even suggested that I take a night course for me to get skipped ahead because I was supposed to be a Junior at this point. I appreciated her because not only did she motivate me and poured into my cup, but she took me by the hand to the office to see if I could apply for a program that offered extra credits. The program consisted of High school extra credits that would be put towards shortening my time in High school. You could do High school in 3years instead of 4 years. The catch was that I needed to attend every Tuesday's and Thursday's because If I missed 3 days or more, I would get kicked out the program. In the end I ended up getting accepted into night school. I would start from 6pm-10pm I was terrified because the designated school was a high school that had Metal Detectors. I was not about that life. I was slim and I wasn’t problematic. The kids at this school they were always trying to test you. They were known to beat you up and stab you, injure you, cut your face murder, lying shooting stealing, nothing was below losing your life. You name it this school had it. Drugs, sex, alcohol, drug dealers, and any bad thing you can attach to this institution you can attach it here. I remember I was taking a math Class and history class. I excelled of course in History. I knew I needed to make friends fast because the best way to survive a click was to get friends fast. Thank God I meet two Angels. I meet a young man by the name of Darius he was gay and his friend she was beautiful. Her name was Jackie. They were amazing friends to me at this school. I remember I performed well in History, but Math was a different struggle. They both attended Math class with me and honestly if it wasn't for them, I would have flunked math class. I remember when we had a test, I would get help from both of them. Yes, I copied off their test but listen I wasn’t trying to go to school in the medical profession because I would be fucked, or you would have been fucked. I remember at one point I stopped going to the program. I never told x-tina what I did because she would have been disappointed in me and give it to me straight. My home life was stressful. My mother was always complaining about not making ends meet. She wasn't making enough to pay the bills since it was 4 of us at the home with one income. I started not to eat to safe mom on food. I was self-taught remember when Judas would eat all my food in the womb? this was showtime Max after Dark lol. I internalized what my mother was batting and felt helpless. I was losing weight. I was battling with Suicidal ideations. I don’t think I ever told my friends anything of what I was going on for fear of judgment and shame. I was suffering in silence. I remember at day school I confided in a white teacher that we all loved Named Haddie. She pushed me hard too omg it was insane how much this teacher wanted me to do well. I have never had a teacher ever so committed in me and my life. I trusted her. She seen that I was stressed out because I was not doing well in school. My grades were dropping. I had a humanities research paper that was passed the deadline. I did not turn it in. I told her what was going on with me. I confided in her what my home life was like and how I was staying at home not coming to school because I had suicidal Ideation. She would never understand my home life and that was ok. As soon as those words left my mouth I was called in and police officials were waiting for me and an EMS (Emergency Medical Service). The 16-year-old me resented her for this because this was another stress I did not want to add to my poor mother. I felt horrible because I was a minor. A child service case was opened. I feared I was going to be taken away from home. I was mad at her and refused to speak to Ms. Haddie. I understood now when you get older, she was trying to protect me, but you can’t tell a 16year old this. I was taken to be examined at the hospital by a doctor who specialized in the psych Unit. I was committed at the age of 16 years old for depression. I was at the hospital and something bazar happened at my stay............................................. TO BE CONTINUED