I had a friend

I had a friend.

We used to be good friends, maybe even great.

We hung out all the time, watched TV, played games.

She even helped me clean my room when it was messy.

I’d tell her not to come over because my room wasn’t clean and she always said she didn’t mind helping.

My generation doesn’t call people up to see how they are doing. We stalk them online with apps like Facebook and Instagram.

I chose Instagram because it’s all pictures and pictures are worth a thousand words.

All I was was disappointed.

This old friend was having trouble at school so her parents sent her to a private school.

Her pictures were of a good girl gone bad. Wild child…. almost Miley Cyrus-like. Probably worse.

There was a picture of her clearly naked in bed with her boyfriend here.

Another of booze with friends there, while not seeming to care how incredibly illegal it all was.

The worst was booze, and marijuana. When I was younger and we were friends, I never thought she would be the way she is. Part of me wanted to email her and say ‘what happened?! If you need help or anything let me know.’ But I know it wouldn’t do anything.

I can’t imagine how her parents feel who probably had to cut back to send her to a private school in the first place. They send her there because she was making bad decisions in public school where you still come home every night. Private school a few states away, or more like boarding school would only be worse. No parents, no rules, nothing and no one to tell her what is good and bad.

Then I wondered if they sent her away because they didn’t know how to tell her what she was doing was wrong. And they thought just by sending her to some far away school that would fix here.

Well, they couldn’t have been more wrong.