A gang of my own

Marie used to be my Best Friend. One day, she accused me of Stealing her sequin-trimmed raspberry-flavoured fountain pen. We had a terrible argument and she decided she would "never speak to me again... ever!" So Marie became my Worst Enemy. She organized a gang with three other girls and three boys in her class. At recess, they would pass by me snickering nastily just to make me feel bad. Then I found a new pal, Charlotte, who sits next to me in class, and I decided l'd organize a gang too. So there! Marie wasn't the only one to have bright ideas! But a gang with only two members isn't much fun...