I hadn’t really cared to have a girlfriend until high school. But after some time here, well into my tenth grade year seeing all my friends around me happy in their relationships while I had been single since I moved here. I had started to give up hope on everything. My classes had started getting
Boy was I wrong. I met friends in there, friends that I have cherished throughout high school even though we don’t talk as much. Sometimes doing the right thing has its own consequences, and I ended up reporting one of my friends who had screenshotted pictures of one of my girl classmates in a bikini. Oh yeah he hated me, absolutely despised me. Sophomore year, it started off great, but my crippling depression grew from my freshman year of high school.
My grandmother passed away when i was in fifth grade so i got depressed, In sixth grade my teacher was never in class but he used to made us work a lot with homework, i got third place at the end of the year, we had a graduation party but i just spent like 2 hours there and then i went home. i was bullied during the whole middle school, the first years was hard but thanks to that today i want to be a teacher (ill explain that later). None of my classmates talked to me and my nickname was invisible, even the teachers made fun of me, my family was having a hard time, my dad got really sick so he could barely move, in second grade i met people that was bullied by the same classmates and teachers, so we made our own group, for the first time i felt that i belonged somewhere, they were the kind of people that wasn’t used to have many friends so when they did they gave their whole heart, till today we hang out together whenever we can. Many times i wished my teachers were different so i thought why don’t i start to be the change myself?. In third grade i traveled to the u.s.a. i had a crush in one of the guys that i met there, his sister is a really good friend of mine, i met Zach when i was 12
I made sure that the hall was basically empty, except for a few of the grad committee members who knew what was going on, so that I could bring my friend out and take her home. It was a rough night and I was physically drained and dehydrated, but I was coming to my senses. Looking at my friend who was still intoxicated I felt a sense of guilt for having her go through that. The whole dance was prepared and organized by her and she barely got to experience it. I watched her stress about the dance for weeks to the point where she had multiple breakdowns per day.
I made my ultimate best friend, Nichole, in my homeroom. Together we found this group kind of. It was basically the emo/skater kids. Even though I had found a friend group I think I still had lingering insecurities from my elementary school friend group. I have recently realized how rocky of a start to social interactions that was because these insecurities/paranoia still somewhat linger today.
As the months went by, the group started to leave me out of their plans. I was reluctant at first, but seeing Instagram and snap chat pictures soon convinced me otherwise. By the end of the 6th-grade year, I was fed up with what they were doing to me. The weeks flew by until was graduation day for finishing elementary school (it ends in 6th grade where I live). At the time, I still believed I had a chance with that group of friends.
The oldest three are only two to three years older than me then me and the last three are what they call ‘door steps’ because there is only a nine month to a year difference in age or born one after the other. It was the same for my cousins, so we are all around the same age and most of us lived with our grandmother. Imagine being the shy girl in a house full of kids, your family that looked at you like you were an alien or something other than a human being. My brothers, sisters, and cousins always gave me a tough time about a lot one was being my mother’s darkest child with huge calves and stand bowlegged. They would tell me that I was ugly, and my mother adopted me.
My entire childhood I heard stories and watched movies that portray the cliche of a teenager whose family thinks they’re perfect until they fall in with the wrong crowd in high school and everything changes. Watching these movies and hearing these stories, I never thought that it could happen to me, never stopped to say maybe one day that would be me. Until one day I realized it already was me. I had been best friends with this one girl for almost two years at this point, and of course she has other friends, but there was one in particular that I hated with no obvious reason as to why. The new school year started and my best friend and I ended up having class with this girl I hated so as per the ways of high school, my best friend wanted all three of us to become friends.
The people who I’ve talked, laughed, joked, and everything else with, almost every single day. The bond we had made was strong and I hoped that it would be stronger through distance. Because if not it would be the most tragic event ever- I would lose my best friends. As I looked closer at the photo, my eyes wondered to my friend Alize. We have known each other since first grade, but more like the summer between
Teenage Odyssey This is my teenage odyssey, and my journey and experiences of growing and learning as a person. When I was in middle school, I was really shy and awkward and I didnt have a lot of friends because I was too scared to talk to people and put myself out there, but one thing that people had always told me ever since I could remember is that I was nice. I was nice to everybody all the time, that's one of my best traits. I always had a couple good friends that got me through it and that were always there for me. My friends are a big part of my journey because they shaped me to be the person I am today.