We were yelling. At that point, I didn’t even know what we were fighting about anymore. We just yelled insult after insult, which lead to an endless stream of salty tears from both of us. A smashed photo frame lay on the floor, surrounded by glass. I had been crying for hours now. Days even. I didn’t know. All that I knew was that I hated the girl standing in front of me. Then all the screaming stopped. Mietta picked up her bag and left the room. As the door slammed, I knew I didn’t have a best friend anymore.