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Bobby looked at the man sitting beside him, a man that he had once called a friend.  In all honesty he was a boy.  Twenty-two years of age, with an easy smile and good sense of humour.  But, to Bobby, at least, that was the case no longer. When he looked at this boy he saw only betrayal.

“Alexander, have you got a lighter?”  The man squatting beside them in the muddy terrain, near the Vietnamese cane fields.

Bobby looked up from his dirty, cracked fingernails. Having come from a country town in Victoria, working the farms, he was used to being hard working.  In fact, he thrived on it.  But even his dedication to his work had not prepared him for the stark reality of a war.  Particularly within the jungles of South Vietnam where the locals used tactics of Guerrilla warfare.

Alexander handed over a silver lighter.  He was constantly surrounded by the smell of smoke.  But now he smelled of sweat and mud, from lack of showering.

“Thanks mate.”  The older man said, lighting up.  He took a drag and sighed.  “It’s a bloody peace of work, this war is.  When did you arrive, I haven’t seen your baby faces before.”

Bobby shifted uncomfortably.  He and Alexander had signed up for the war together, wanting to impress Lacey Allan in their khaki uniforms.  She had been a rare beauty in the town that could only boast sixty-four people, and she was so stylish too having come from Melbourne.  Instantly, the two boys had been infatuated.  Each trying to outdo each other to gain her affection.  It had started out as a friendly competition, but became a violent brawl extremely quickly.  Of course, they had signed up for the war long before their fallout.

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“How could you? I trusted you! I trusted you with my biggest secret, and what did you do?  You told him everything.  You promised you wouldn’t.”  Elizabeth was hysterical with the realisation of just who Olivia really was.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You know I would never want to hurt you.  I just… I don’t know… cracked under the pressure.  The weight of this secret you burdened me with… it was killing me.”  Her tears rolled down her pale face too fast for her to sweep them away.

“Don’t make me feel guilty for confiding in you.  I wanted to give you a chance; let you into our family.  I should’ve just trusted my instincts.  I was right about you from the start.”

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It was a Thursday afternoon, I was patiently waiting outside the school gates for my best friend. Not only was she running late, as per usual but when she arrived all she had to say to me was, “hey”, not a “HEY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”, just a “hey”. Its like her life doesn’t even revolve around mine, she's my best friend, I should be the only thing on her mind. I asked her if she had anything she needed to say to me, she looked up from her phone, looked at me and shook her head, then went back to being on her phone. I saw her click onto Facebook, I knew this would be the moment of realisation as Facebook reminded her that today was he best friends birthday. I eagerly waited to see the look of utter horror and embarrassment as she realised she had forgotten my birthday. “Oh, true its your birthday, happy birthday dude!” These words made me recognise the mistake I made 3 months ago by befriending an disloyal female dog.

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He watched her as she walked away, toward the golden sun that was sinking below the horizon. Her words echoed in his mind; they wouldn't stop. All his feelings of loyalty evaporated and were replaced by intense anger and resentment. A fight over the dirty dishes? He couldn't believe it. Was that worth throwing away their 10 year long friendship?

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Tears trickled onto the floor. She felt BETRAYED!! As the blood dripped along her fingertips and the knife sat gently in her stomach like a glove. She felt no physical pain but the emotional pain was unbearably traumatic. “Why, why would you do this? To me? To your own baby?”

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I stand over her contemplating my choices. Should I have stabbed her just because the slept with John and is now carrying his baby?

“What do you mean MY baby?! I thought it was John’s! “

What have I done? I have just killed my own baby! At least Barb had her revenge. I won’t ever be able to swim again, now that Barb stabbed a knife into my shoulder.

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Steven had lots of friends. They thought he was great. They praised everything he did, and he could trust them with his life. Life was good for Steven.
Steven told his friends everything. He told them all about his feelings and they listened to him all day, giving him advice and good feedback. Steven and his friends were very comfortable people. He loved pillows, and he was very happy that every day he was surrounded by them! It was like heaven.

Steven and his friends had a very strong bond – they were friends for life.

Then the door to his padded cell opened, and Steven ate dinner. Then Steven went back to talking to the people that weren’t really there. You can really trust your friends when they only exist in your head.

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As I was curled up on the couch, I look up as Jane wanders in, arm linked giggling with Racheal. I couldn't help but feel a wave of resentment flow through my body as my childhood best friend was slowly and painfully replacing me.

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Friends since we were young, we were like and he goes and does this. He was going to be my best man! That was until i caught him in my home with my fiancé i had never felt so betrayed

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I couldn’t believe my eyes, to witness my best friend, my companion for 7 years betray my trust like that.  It was a cold winter Sunday when it began, I was curled up in a ball drinking my hot chocolate that’s when I saw it …..

My dog ate my headphones

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Who does this fella think he is? The gall! The audacity! Trailing around after that stooge Johnnie like a lap dog, and in front of my Olive, too! I could feel the anxious sweat run all the way down my arm into a closed fist. That's it ...