Ok, here is the whole story:
When I moved to Texas, I was about three. I met a girl my same age named Britney, and soon we spent every living moment together. As we grew up, we kind of went apart. She would always pick fights with me– like “AT&T is way better than Verizon!” Because I had Verizon (I think it is a good phone company) and she had AT&T (I don’t hate it, but I like Verizon better) and I know I shouldn’t, but I would argue back explaining why I liked Verizon, and she would just bicker. Now, my brother, Denis, sometimes is rough with me. Like he pretends to cut my arms off and then hits me– but don’t all siblings fight? I ignore him, sometimes it hurts and I tell him to stop, but normally I really don’t care. It’s not like he leaves bruises or scars, Hell no. Now, Britney was sometimes at my house when it happened, and she spread rumors around school that my brother beat me. She has “proof” by my eczema. Eczema is a skin condition that I was born with, and she would say the scabs and marks on my legs were caused by my brother, and I really wanted to punch her square in the face. I mean, my brother wasn’t deadly or anything! He would joke around, I mean, boys are naturally like that! They’re boys! (No offense) *snicker* lol, anyway…I made a lot of mistakes then, so I was kind of mean back, but this time it was true. I told people she hurts her dogs, and it is true. She runs a puppy mill– except when the mother of over 20 pups (she had many litters) died, they threw the job away. I would see the mother be very skinny, and they would prevent her from feeding her pups breast milk. But, it wouldn’t matter anyway since they never fed them. Now, my dog, Zeus, grew up in a terrible environment. He was abandoned as a puppy and grew up on the streets. We sometimes call him a “Swinger dog” because as a puppy he would go house to house begging for a home, and the people would let him in but then for a potty break outside, he would scamper off, running off to a new home to “swing” at. We got tired of this, and when he turned a flat out three, we called the ASPCA and turns out no one knew his owners. We took him in. He is kind of vicious sometimes, because he had to defend himself and attack squirrels for a living when he was younger, but he was sweet to the family for taking care of him. Now after a litter of puppies from Britney’s yard came to try to sneak some food from Zeus’ bowl (we actually fed our dogs) Zeus killed them. I don’t blame him, he is our guard dog and I was sad and gave discipline, but when we weren’t home he killed the entire litter of puppies but one, which my brother saved, and now I wish that he didn’t. I know that is harsh to say, but I would rather that one puppy die then be washed with hand soap during baths, have ticks and fleas on it’s skin since it was born, no food or water, and when it storms outside or if there is bad weather they still don’t let their dogs onto their porch. We can’t call the animal police because we have no proof– and all they are going to do is reject that they did anything. We can’t plant cameras, or put tape recorders, because we could get arrested for that. Now, what pissed me off is that Denis, my brother, found Britney take one of her misbehaving dogs and slam it onto the ground, holding its neck and hit its stomach really hard. I confronted Britney and told her that we couldn’t be friends anymore if she hurt her dogs– and so it happened. She chose abusing her dogs over being friends with me. I actually kind of felt bad for her, though, I realized I was her friend because she needed one. People around school would gossip about her, and I was blown away by it. Anyhow, the next day it turns out her parents are leaving and she has to take care of the little one in her family, and her parents still thought we were friends and sent her over to me to stay there until her parents came back (they don’t like their children being home alone). So we hang out and it was awkward, and when her parents came back she went away. That’s that. Now, she always comes over and picks conversations about us, and she still thinks we are friends! Sorry about this being SO long, but how can I tell her that we aren’t friends and we aren’t going to be unless you tell your family to stop hurting their dogs?!
P.S. I know she can afford it, both her parents work and she has a very cheap house AND is a only child, unlike my family which has an expensive home and only one parent working, well, my mom and dad are divorced so my mom has a job and supports three kids with an expensive house.
My main question is, How can I tell Britney that we aren’t friends in a manner that will say it clearly and specifically highlight the part where “You beat your dogs and I want to punch you square in the face for doing that” but nicer?
