By Harley Brown on March 29th, 2012
When I was in middle school, my best friend and I pretended to be in a fight that started, like most important things at that age, with AOL Instant Messanger. We stopped speaking to each other and told everyone about the online conversation that started it all—planned that morning on the bus ride to school—dividing our friend group into “The Broken Noses” and “The Left Feet” (for some reason). By the end of the day, the name-calling and cold-shouldering got to the point where we were afraid to tell people the whole thing was actually a joke.