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Writer's pictureHannah L

Not Stolen

In the web of friendships, a tangled retreat

A borrowed car, a tale of deceit

Too much traffic, a road filled with lies

Betrayal lurks beneath the skies


At fifteen, a friend’s trust in hand

A favor granted, a deal unplanned

But in the chaos of congested lanes

A plot unfurls, a friend’s dark stains


The call of stolen, a false alarm

A friend’s betrayal, a secret harm

Rumors spread like wildfire’s blaze

Painting a picture, a tarnished gaze


One act of theft, a shadow cast

A clouded past, a judgement fast

McDonald’s wrappers in the car

A twisted tale, a scar so far


Misunderstood, a label worn

By whispers carried, friendships torn

In the echoes of one friend’s deceit

A truth obscured, a heart’s defeat


When I was 15, my friend let me borrow her car to go get McDonald's. I did pick up another friend of mine without asking, but that only took an extra 10 minutes. On the way back from getting my friend, but after McDonald's, the friend that the car belonged to decided to call the police and say I stole her car. (Man, I sure am seeing a pattern of abusive people saying I stole their car...) She admitted to giving me the keys, and admitted to knowing I did not have a drivers license. There was so much traffic that I ended up being gone just about 45 minutes. The McDonald's line was long, too.

When I got closer to the high school, I was pulled over by 3 police cars. I was not arrested, thank God. There was McDonald's food in the back seat. I paid for the McDonald's, and I put gas in her car. If you remember past posts, I called my car in stolen after my "Friend" was gone with it for over 6 hours. She was to go to the gas station and by cigarettes. The gas station was just 5 minutes away. They said they couldn't mark the car as stolen because I gave her the keys. Yet, this "Friend" that told the lovely small town police department that she gave me her keys but I've been, "Gone for hours," (not true) did not receive a ticket for lying, or for knowingly giving an unlicensed driver her keys. Although I was not arrested for this, I was given an underage driving ticket. It's funny how the law is followed by biased opinions rather than the actual law.

I've been the dumping ground for most of my, "Friends," my entire life. I prefer to be alone these days, because no one can use me, and no one can make up lies, and I don't have to worry about taking the fall for someone. Nor would I at this point in my life. I'm okay if I never have friends. I do long for connection, but the stress is just not worth it to me. I'm just over here working on my goals and making changes in the world, while they're still bitching about how I did THEM wrong. They can stay stuck. I'm moving forward.





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