Hey y’all this is Claire...

CLAIRE begins recording. She puckers her lips and bares her teeth somewhat insanely before speaking.

Hey y’all this is Claire, “Fresh Hair Claire.”

So these Community of Healing posts have been a non-stop telenovella. Seems like no one had anything good to say about Sybil.

And I will happily add to that.

Right off the bat, when she came to our class, I could tell she was smart. I mean sometimes, especially now that some classes are online, people cheat, but you can usually tell. I could tell she didn’t.

Anyway, so Sybil follows me, so I follow her back. On her feed was a picture of Michelle Obama from a book signing that I also went to!

We started chatting and it was like... It’s hard to describe. The only thing I can say is that it was like, I’d never felt so connected to anyone so quickly. Like we were always meant to meet each other, or like we knew each other from a previous life, like karma or whatever.

She said her parents were super strict with Covid so it might be a while until we could hang out in person, but it honestly didn’t matter. We’d text nonstop all day, over time her posts were just so on point. Our friendship was effortless.

Until it wasn’t.

So about seven, maybe eight months ago the whole thing with Ramona and Grayson blew up. That’s Sybil’s boyfriend, so of course I have to defend her. It got heated; Ramona said some pretty terrible things to me. And then came the word that ruined my life: “Dirty.”

I meant that she was, you know, two-faced, that she banged Grayson or made out or whatever in the Burger King bathroom.

Instantly it was a thing. ‘Cause Ramona’s Hispanic everyone thought I meant... I didn’t mean that.

But it didn’t matter. People were posting that I called Romana a racist slur, it was everywhere; and when it’s online, it’s real. Literally everyone ganged up on me. Everyone except Sybil. She was my only remaining friend to stick with me. And then even she ended up hating me.

It all started with Brooke’s sister’s bat mitzvah. I was not invited for obvious reasons, but it seemed like literally everyone else in the entire school was. Including Sybil.

To be honest, I felt betrayed that Sybil would go after knowing all of the trauma Brooke and I went through, but Sybil said her parents were easing up and it would be a good chance to finally meet everyone she was in class with outside of the little Zoom boxes.

Sybil then asked if she could borrow my Gucci purse.

Ok so the thing is, for the story to make sense, you have to know that the purse...it’s not really Gucci.

It’s a knock-off.

And I know what you’re all thinking right now, “Wait wait wait isn’t Claire the one who’d talk shit about Amy for her fake Gucci purse. Or Nicole for...you know, it doesn’t matter.

I said no to Sybil because I didn’t want her to see it up close.

She flipped out, totally lost it, started blasting me all over, about how I was a stuck up racist bitch.

I thought I knew Sybil, I thought she was...good. Maybe I deserve it? Like, for making fun of Amy’s fake purse, for all the many, many other times I tortured people. I’m not proud of it. I wish I wouldn’t have said all that. I just wish it didn’t happen to me.

So there you go, Dr. Janus. That’s my Community of Healing post. Sybil ruined my life. What should be such a happy time is now completely miserable. No friends, everyone thinks I’m a racist, my Gucci purse is a fake. That’s my life now. Thank you Sybil.

She stops recording.

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