My Name Is Ethan, And I Am

Nearly two years ago, I, Kayla, met a woman about two and a half years older than me by the name of Shadaya. Me being a lesbian I had different intentions than just being close friends with her. After time goes by, our conversations grow into more important things. That’s when I realized she would be a good person to contact when in need of help, or advice towards any situation and problem. I was in my sophomore year of highschool, so I was still a little immature but I was growing into becoming a mature young adult. Shadaya and I had a rough journey, but we’re getting through it and growing.

They were guys like me it was there first semester and didn’t know what to expect from the class. We agreed to contact each other on canvas because we had a big final project coming up that was worth a lot of points. We split the work evenly and decided to work on it throughout the semester. We all had occasionally forgot to check our messages to see if somebody updated there part. I had got caught up with my other work that I didn’t pay attention to the team I hardly would put anything on the chat. When it came to the day of to present my team informed me that they cut me from the group and that I was on my own for the project. I had communicated poorly so much it got to the point where my team cut me out of the group and had told the teacher and she agreed with the course of action they

Honor band day arrived and I was not nervous at all. First thing to do when we got there was the chair placement test. On the way to the room a girl named Hope started talking a lot. She told everyone that she was from the hosting school so she totally had home court advantage. This did not get me nervous at first as I thought I could beat her. When it was time to try out I was scheduled to go last, it was during this time that I observed rude tendencies of Hope. If she thought you possibly could beat her she would come up and act like your best friend. However, if she

A few weeks into my Freshman year I was introduced to a friend of my best friend. She was a Sophomore that had been kept behind to repeat some Freshman courses, so she was moved to our Contemporary Issues class. Her name was Katie. Katie was trouble, she was wild, she did drugs, had a 25 year old boyfriend and a mother who let her do whatever she pleased. She was the definition of a bad

My name is Louise. l am a 23-year-old woman living in the heart of the Central Coast, New South Wales. Recently I have been facing issues that my friends say aren’t serious enough to really worry about but when I go out socially I always find myself in the back corner of a club with high anxiety. I question if I am dressed okay, if I am attractive to the men around me and worry that no one seems to want to talk to me. I thought that maybe extra makeup and clothes that show off my body would help but l always end up in the same situations hiding in the corner, a tightness in my chest because I don’t have the confidence to talk to anyone and I wish that I could just go home. If a guy does try to talk to me I feel paralysed with fear and the

While I was on the cruise ship I met this girl named miah. She is my age with brown hair, brown eyes, and is my height. When we were in the pools me and this girl started talking about something that I don't really remember. The next night she came to the diner and ate (unfortunately the special for the night was the servers dancing to "apple bottom jeans" ). Miah and I went to the cat's meow which is a karaoke/ comedy room. Even now we still

Last month, I asked a student named Kris in my government class to be my partner for a group project. After I asked him, he looked at me with a blank expression, My heart was racing with the anticipation of his answer. I thought to myself, “This was a mistake, I should not have done this.” Then, as soft as a whisper, he said “sure.” I was not sure what to do next. Awkwardly, I nodded and went back to my seat.

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

The first time I actually talked to Sarah Crocker was exactly two weeks ago to this date. I wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for my friends who – of course – dared me to ask Sarah to hang out. I insisted that it would have happened eventually without their nagging and teasing, but between you and I, that’s a load of crap. I was terrified of rejection, and the only thing that kept me from running in the opposite direction was the knowledge that my friends would be waiting for me, like wolves eager to prey on my shame as if it were a wounded

It was the end of summer. People were everywhere in the town of morrisville. Sarah was a senior at Louis High, high school. Straight A student with honors. She loved to be on task but she has another side outside of school. She also loved to party, be out with her friends and other people. Many friends surrounded her from all over the school, nerds, populars, even the jocks. She had no idea what it was like to have no friends. At home her life was pretty complicated. Divorced parents, a sister and an Aunt that lived with her. Her aunt was like her other side, loved to party. The only problem with Sarah was that she couldn't find a boy that fit her standards. Every Time a boy would flirt, she would just send them away. If only she knew her dream boy was coming her way. As clueless as can be, Sarah would know soon what true love felt like.

It was late October, in New York City, school has been going for 3 months now. I met this new girl that moved in about a month ago and her name is Kim Crawford. But the first time I acutely met Kim was when she had walked into the dojo. I think I like her. She has that beautiful blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her back, and bright blue eyes! She is gorgeous, she is also my grade (11th) and a few months younger than I am. And now we are best friends.

As a kid I was socially awkward and had a hard time connecting with other people, and as a result, I had many acquaintances but few friends. This obstacle was too big for me to overcome by myself, until two girls sat next to me one summer’s day at the Saint Louis Silent Auction. They introduced themselves and I did the same, but like many times before, I would zone out when they started talking to me. I would sometimes here the topics they talked about, and answer the questions directed at me, but I never joined in to the conversation. Then they asked me what graded I was going into, and I answer that I would become a freshman. This peeked their interests and the conversation went on from there. I wanted them to leave me alone, but I could

I decided to do it last minute and hoped that I could enjoy it. In the class we were assigned teams that would last the entire year. Out of all the groups, I was assigned the same one as my friend. I didn’t consider her as one of my closest friends, but as the year progressed we started spending more time with one another. She quickly became one of my best friends. It usually takes me years to make close friends, so I was surprised when after only a few weeks I was able to confide in her things that I didn’t normally tell others. After a while, I noticed that I didn’t feel lonely anymore, and I knew that I wasn’t placed on that yearbook team by

Ever since that day things changed,a couple months past and they stared getting use to me just like the kids in Juniors class.My english was getting better and I started gaining friends,they realized I was just like them, the only difference between us was what I looked like on the

If someone is asked to point out my most notable characteristic, that person would most likely to remark my timidity. However, I must justify that my timidity and reticence partly stem from the oppressive environment in my early years. An environment that obliterates confidence, defers the dreams of the youth, and strives for extreme conformity.