The Great Divide

    If Maddie had to sum me up in one word, I know just the one she would
choose:bitch. It's a certain word that would be bleeped on most shows, except those really sleezy ones that you watch when you're sick. Truthfully, I would rather it be creative, smart, or gorgeous, but hey, you take what you can get. I tend to lean towards the description "strong-willed individual" myself.
    Madison Hanelly and I had been best friends since we were four. She has
slept over at my house almost more times than her own. We always liked the
same things, from magazines to music, clothes to boys. I was into
photography, and she loved to have her picture taken. I mean, come on, we
were perfect. At least, it was. Perfect, I mean. After time, I was becoming
more irritable and she, more irritating. I was going through a self-consious
stage that coincided with Maddie's catty one. Not the best combination, let
me tell you.
    "Just let it go, Catia," my mom said. "She's bound to end up like her
sisters anyway. Everybody in this side of Johnsonville know what they're
like."
    As true as this was, it didn't make it any better. In order for you to
understand futrue events, I will explain a little bit of our history. In
seventh grade, our year before, a bond was forged between four other girls
and me. We called our group the Road Trip Crew, more commonly known as the
RTC. My fellow members were Maddie, Veronica (Ronni), and Isabella (Bella)
and Elizabeth (Lizza), our resident identical twins. The first half of
eighth grade, Maddie began to show changes. In spite of that, I was never
her target. Instead, she targeted Bella and Lizza. They were the most
emotionally damaged, so I suppose they were easier to take out than the rest
of us.
    This divided our cozy group. Ronni followed Maddie, while I stayed
behind with the twins. Thus the splitting of the RTC and the begining of a
war.