"Ok no, I am NOT going to stop hanging out with Zia just because you don't like her" I shouted. "Well, if you are not going to stop being friends with her, I will make sure you aren't friends with her" my sister Arbia said. "You can't do that!" "You would be surprised at how much I can do, sister" Arbia said coldly. Then she turned sharply and left.

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Later that night I lay awake in bed. It was Friday, the day before our detention. I was so confused, do I listen to my sister? Or do I stay with my friend?

Arbia was a kind, funny, and friendly person until the death of my parents. My parents died in a car crash about 2 years ago. We were sent to an orphanage before Arbia and I decided to run away. Even though my parents were muggles, I loved them more than anything. When they died I was heart broken, as was Arbia. Arbia changed because of my parents death. It wasn't until after their death that she began to bully people and became bossy. I think it is because she has lost so much that she feels that she needs to make others feel the pain.

As for Zia, she has her own problems. But she is the only friend I have, and I intend to stay friends with her.

Finally I fell asleep and in the morning the conversation from last night with Arbia was in the back of my mind.