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Betrayal - At school I was always trying to fit in. The minute a new craze started, I stared wistfully at all the fortunate people involved.

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Introduction

Betrayal At school I was always trying to fit in. The minute a new craze started, I stared wistfully at all the fortunate people involved. These people became the `cool' people for the next few weeks, until another craze started. At the age of fourteen it was becoming desperate that prosaic, timid little me should find a social group. There was the music group, but I doubt the music I would listen to is considered `cool'. Not to mention my cassette walkman; so last year according to this group, all with brand new top of the range mp3 players. There was the mobile phone group, with those lumps of lethal metal constantly at the ear, penetrating radioactive waves deep into their innocent minds. The fascination of browsing over each other's text messages and squealing with delight when the phone rang was alien to me. There was the homework group, who spent every possible moment doing work. I just didn't understand. Even I thought it was pitiful. There were other no-bodies like me but they liked keeping themselves to themselves. They were wrapped up in a cocoon, shutting the world out until they independently became a beautiful butterfly ready for the world. But I didn't like being lonely. All I wanted was to be accepted. There was only one group that appealed to me. ...read more.

Middle

"You want any tea? I baked low-fat organic chocolate cake." This made me smile inwardly. Despite my mother being an over-reacting heath-freak with a love for inner peace and honesty, I love her. I love the way she cares so much about what we eat of do that she checks up on us 24/7. I know taking the drink will be betraying the trusting relationship we have, but hopefully what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I just had to do this. I muttered a `no thanks' and wandered up the stairs to my room. A vast pile of laundry greeted me on my pink bedsheets. I flopped onto my beanbag and stared at the room around me, waiting for my mother's exit. "I'm going to yoga now," she said, right on cue. "The chocolate cake's on the counter. Don't have too much. I'll be back in an hour or so." I heard footsteps retreat down the stairs and towards the front door. SLAM! It was now or never. "Mum?" I called out, just checking she was gone. No answer. I drifted warily down the stairs, one step at a time. I pushed open the door to the kitchen and tiptoed in. I suppose when you are doing something wrong you feel watched. That is how I felt. ...read more.

Conclusion

I can see it in her eyes the eyes that used to look trustful and happy, now looked betrayed and hurt. What had I done? I turned back round to look at what I was doing. I felt tears in my eyes. A cold tension was all round me. I placed the bottles down, almost shakily, got to my feet and ran out of the room. I ran past my mother and up the stairs. I threw myself on the bed and cried. I felt so bad. So bad. I had betrayed the one person who trusted me. I felt guilty. Why had I done this? Just to be accepted into a stupid group. I bet they aren't real friends anyway. Just using each other for drink to look cool. I felt awful. I laid there for a while, until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I decided to tell here everything. Honesty is the best policy. She had always taught me that. After talking with mum I worked out that if you need to prove yourself to be friends with people, then they're not your real friends in the first place. The next few days with Mum were very awkward. I tried my best to make things back to how they were, but there was no doubt, the close relationship that had once been all that mattered between mum and I, had been damaged, and it was my weapon that had done it. ...read more.

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