SPEAK

To put it simply, Heather ditches Melinda for clubs (the Marthas) and popularity. In the end, she wasn't really a friend at all.

Heather: [smiling with her mouth but not her eyes] "We were never really, really friends, were we? I mean, it's not like I ever slept over at your house or anything. We like to do different things. I have my modeling, and I like to shop ..."

Me: "I like to shop."

Heather: "You don't like anything. You are the most depressed person I've ever met, and excuse me for saying this, but you are no fun to be around and I think you need professional help."

Up until this very instant, I had never seriously thought of Heather as my one true friend in the world. But now I am desperate to be her pal, her buddy, to giggle with her, to gossip with her. I want her to paint my toenails.

and later...

Heather: "Look, you can't eat lunch with me anymore. I'm sorry.