Novel & Cerita These Friends Of Mine Ellen

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

"Mia Armstrong was my best friend. Since the day she started Middleton High, people would avoid her, but I was the only one nice enough to approach her." "I don't want to hear about how much of a good friend she was. Can you please skip to what she said about me and Aaron or her and Johnathan?" "Yeah, you're right. I can't read this fake shit. The first part makes me want to throw up." Ellie scrolled down somemore.

she said, almost like she didn’t know what to do next. “Well, how about we N*****x and chill before you head back?” I suggested, keeping things casual. I wasn’t going to push anything too much—we weren’t that close yet. Sure, we were friends, but there was still that gap from all the years we hadn’t been in each other’s lives.

Cathy and Claire held her hands, offering their silent support. "Infact look at those three. If we leave them unattended, they are capable of creating havoc everywhere. They are mischievous, sweet and good friends" Adam chimed in, making everyone break into another round of laughter. Infact the three ladies have made their mark and let everyone know their presence. They didn't let the men in their life to over shadow them. They made a name for themselves. "Mr. Woods, the three ladies are a handful. What do you think about their friendship?" one of the reporters asked with mirth.

"Ellen, how did my Uncle Victor learn about this glitch? No one outside of our team should have known." I watch Ellen's face take on a frown. She has short, spiky black hair, and her nose is pierced. She looks more like a teenager than someone in her early thirties. She's been a God-sent on this project, and there's no one else I would want more than her to spearhead this project when I'm not around. I trust her totally. "I honestly don't know, Felicia. I don't know of anyone on our team who would run to your uncle with this. We all know that he's not a fan of this project."

I dared to look up so that I could see my two friends and their reactions towards what I had just said. As expected, they looked struck and speechless . “Olivia’s friend?” Henry said in a stutter just as Mark also said. “Isabella asin big glasses and long hair?” “Yes and Yes.” I answered them both tiredly. Henry let out a low whistle. “That is a surprise and a problem.” Mark said. “Yeah, I mean she is like your family.” Henry said. “Thanks a lot but I thought about that already.” I said with a hiss. “Well, what do you wanna do about it now?” Henry asked. “Don’t you think you can just forget about her?”

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

I'd done everything I could to stop them from going, only to be utterly despised for it. "Are you stalking us?" Wendell asked, his expression turning disgusted. I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I need to? All your dumb plans are written all over your faces." Pushing his anger down and adopting a serious tone, he said, "Abigail, we're adults now. Lucille's very innocent. Don't look down on her just because she's from a vocational school. It's only because she didn't know us before. And she just wants to use this party to cram and study with us."

"Really? You mean it?" Ellen nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "Yes, really. You're not alone, okay? You have people who love you, who care about you. We'll help you get through this." I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world starting to lift off my shoulders. "Thank you," I said. "Thank you so much for being here for me." Ellen smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Of course," she said. "That's what friends are for."