Teresa was my best friend in the world. She helped me clean up my act. She told me not to step on the railroad tracks too noisily because it annoyed girls. She taught me to be nice to people. Instead, however, we ended up in a similar rivalry writing good and bad things about each other about how stuck on each other we are. She loves me a lot. She loves me like a dirty blanket or dry grass. Jose was short and skinny and he couldn’t find his way in a bathroom. Some say, I was robbed of a true gift by conspiring with him. The only thing he robbed me of was my heart and its about time I get it back. Who does he think he is, stealing from me? He’s all like you’re my best friend in the whole- ugh, it makes me sick. How can I be friends with a thief!