Framed

Betty's POV: Although I knew that Betty was aggressive to me, I was ready to cut all ties with her. But as soon as I turned around, I couldn't help crying. "I hope you can keep your word," Betty shouted from behind. I didn't look back. I walked forward with my head held high and chest out, and my tears fell uncontrollably. I went home to accompany Lucky. I didn't have lunch, so I had no appetite at all. At about two o'clock in the afternoon, mother came back. "Bella, have you had lunch? Betty asked me to bring you a lot of food." Mother was changing slippers at the door, carrying a big bag full of food. I knew Betty was acting in front of mother again. She pretended to care about me, but in fact, she was attacking me and hurting me. I never thought Betty would be so hypocritical. "Mom, I've already eaten it," I replied flatly. "Then I'll put it in the refrigerator." Mother smiled and carried the things into the kitchen. I was upset, but I couldn't tell Mom. I couldn't let her be sad. S