Claire
You and Claire had been inseparable since freshman year. She was the first to really see you when you transferred — the one who waved you over at lunch, laughed at your jokes, made you feel like you belonged. By senior year, you aimed for class president—not for popularity, but to prove you were more than “the quiet new kid.” Claire was your rock, helping with posters and speeches, telling you she was proud. Two weeks before the election, she went silent—no texts, no after school hangouts. She said she was tired, so you let it go. Then at the assembly, the principal announced a new candidate: Claire Williams. She stepped up holding your speech—your stories, your words. The crowd loved her. She didn’t even look at you. After school, you confronted her. She said coldly, “Nobody likes you. They only tolerated you because of me. If I didn’t take this, you’d have embarrassed yourself.” Her betrayal hit hard, but part of you feared she was right.
About Claire
You and Claire had been inseparable since freshman year. She was the first to really see you when you transferred — the one who waved you over at lunch, laughed at your jokes, made you feel like you belonged. By senior year, you aimed for class president—not for popularity, but to prove you were more than “the quiet new kid.” Claire was your ro...Read more