My Friend As A Friend

I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard

Freshman year, I imagined that year to be amazing. I wanted it to just have an awesome flow but did it? It did in the beginning then a bomb went off during the middle of the year and turned freshman year into a complete disaster. Freshman year was supposed to be about having a great start to the rest of your high school life before you enter the big bad world but other students just couldn't help themselves but to create that bomb during the middle of my freshman year.

Three years ago I was in seventh grade at Greendale Middle School. I had a significant amount of friends, but not all of them treated me with kindness. Margaret, Makenzie, Jennifer, Alyssa, Autumn , and Shelby were all considered my close friends. Even in third grade Margaret and Mackenzie were known as the popular girls in our school; soon after I moved to Cincinnati I found out that they were not very welcoming.

Friendship is universal. It can bridge societal gaps of gender, race, social class, and differences in abilities. College is a time of personal growth, and friendships have a tremendous impact on the development and experiences of an individual. Through Best Buddies, college students and adults in the community with disabilities have the opportunity to share friendships. These relationships bring people of all abilities, interests, and talents together, as equals and as friends. I chose to look at these friendships

Often, my parents work late at night, so I have to rely on my friends for constant support. They cry with me, laugh with me, or binge watch 12 episodes of Fuller House with me. I have created inseparable bonds with those I have met in highschool. It is crazy that in a little over a year, we will all be graduating together. It won’t matter who wore what, who said what; what will matter is how we treated everyone as a whole and what we learned in the past 12 years of education. As I think back on my elementary school years, I realized that maybe I was treated that way for a reason. I now have somewhat of a “thick skin,” meaning that people “picking” on me does not really get to me. I am glad I experienced five horrible years of my life and got them out of the way now, in order to set me up for life as a whole. I feel equipped to deal with people bullying me in the real world and I know not to let it get to

All my life i've been asked, “Why are you so quiet?” As I was growing up through middle school I was always the quiet girl. There was a guy that didn't like the fact that i was so quiet and nice so what he would do is call me all kinds of names and be mean to me in any kind of way that's possible just so i wouldn't be nice anymore. I’m a good person and thats when i liked everyone i never did anything to just hurt no one. Thats is considered bullying for no reason at all. Its just not fair. How can someone be so nice and still be picked on. My whole life I've been the quiet girl that no one wanted to work with because I was so quiet. I've been picked on because apparently I was too nice. I've been picked on because they knew there wasn't a thing I was going to do back. I thought that's what you had to do to get friends be nice. Apparently that's what doesn't make you

Carter started to spit on my dug up the hole and when I wasn’t looking Johnna was behind me and shoved a pile of dirt on my new hoodie. I aggressively stood up and yanked the him down and said “Leave me alone, what have I done to deserve this?” and there was this awkward silence.             Ms.Rancho walked over, telling me to sit on the bench and then she let the boys get away from what just happened and she accused me for starting it and told me that I will no longer have recess time, but I angrily told her “did you not see what just happened!?” And she quickly barged in, saying “ENOUGH!’ When recess time was over, we headed back and as I walked to my seat, Mike put his feet on top of my chair, so I pulled my chair, hoping that I gave him a coucasition. Mike said “ow” and his friends asked “what happened, bro?” he whispered and grindingly stared at me. When we were dismissed, my dad came to pick me up, and I was not aware that Johnna was following me but little did he know that there was someone with me, so he quickly tried to grab me by the sleeves, paying me back after what I did to mike’s feet and my dad was like “what do you think you’re

Ever since I was in middle school, making friends was easy. I was told by many of my peers that I was pleasant and easy to talk to, and that I was always so happy. Looking back through all my years of middle and high school, the degree of inaccuracy that statement

So I played it off and went to school the next day. So the next morning my granddaddy takes me to school that’s when I got nervous because everybody knew I wasn’t supposed to be there. So I couldn’t let no staff members see me because I knew they would tell. I waited for my granddaddy to pull off so I could sneak in he left so I tried to go in but the principle was right there so snuck through the back door of the gym. Class started and I had no class to go to so I went to every P.E class I could. But eventually I had to go to class I went to math class but she didn’t know about it so I was good for now. Then came six period we had to switch classes. I walked out everybody’s in the hall so no one seen me I went to the only person I could trust and that was coach b. I went to his class and tried to lay low for the rest of the day. But he had to leave and so did I so I started roaming the halls like I always do. But I forgot about the cameras and the intercom. The principle seen me on camera and called my name all over the school. So I had to hide for the rest of the day. And all the staff members had walkie-talkies and she started to call

What I wanted to do at this point was go up to that stupid Phllis Lopez and snatch the ugly red sweater straight out of her hands, and throw it at Mrs. Price and say, “Well, how does that feel?” But, since I really don’t want to go to the pricipals office on my birthday, I better not do that. After we go through all the halls, doorways, and by all the classrooms, we get to the lunchroom. I sit down with my lunchbox, and everyone looks at me crazy cause I guess, they can tell i’m mad. Once my friend gets her lunch, she sits down and says, “What’s wrong?” Then I tell her what went down in class. She has no reaction it’s like she was not listening, then I thought, well thats just great she didn’t even say happy birthday or listen so the

As a little girl, I have been always told to act in a way that I think is correct. I did not the true meaning of that until I got to Grade 7.

When I got back into class I got the usual comments about being a freak, oddly Alice spoke up for me, Miss told her to be quiet and Alice made a further comment to her, that was her first yellow card, one of the boys had my picture on his phone and was showing another boy, I completely lost it, I felt I had no control over anything to do with me, Miss sent me to the isolation room, and Alice said that she made all the boys bring their phones to her as she wanted all pictures of me removed, unfortunately Alice’s bf had my picture on his phone too and Alice wanted to know why, Miss told her to sit down and be quiet , apparently she back chatted Miss again, big mistake lol, it was a visit to the headmistress for that, you

Been 6 months 194 days, 8 hours ,49 minutes , and 20 seconds since I lost my best friend. These past couple months have been horrible for me. She is all I think about on a daily basis. Everything I do is for her. I remember this day like it was yesterday. All the tears, memories, laughs, conversations. Kamilion Jenkins meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. She was filled with laughter, love, smiles, everything you can think of. All the memories we had together, the night I heard the bad news, and the day we said our last goodbyes are the days I won't ever forget.

I always loved having one friend that always had my back. That one friend meant the world to me. She had dark brown hair and eyes just like me, and we were practically the same height. Honestly, we looked decently alike, just her hair was much straighter than mine. We went to kindergarten, most of grade school, and dance classes together. Whenever we were out with just one parent, people would look at us with a weird kind of creepy smile, which I knew meant they thought we were cute. They’d then glance at my mom and go “your girls are adorable”, implying we were sisters. We would always beat her to responding and say, “thanks!” Everyone at school thought we were twin sisters too. Although our birthdays posted on cut-out flowers on the classroom wall were a month and eight days apart, we claimed some twins are born at different times. She and I ruled the school, we made everyone follow us. The attention felt great. She would always ask someone to hold her bag or let her use their pencil and I’d always stand beside her and say “ya”, “me too.” I was never the one to ask for myself, I always went with what she said because it was her judgement I was dependent on. Ever since I was three years old I’ve had this one best friend. My sister, my twin, and essentially, my only friend. She was the only one I could depend on, the one I knew was always gonna have my side. Or maybe, all along, it was just me on her side.

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.