Tick Tock... Tick Tock... Tick Tock.... Tick Tock.... God, when will the day bloody end. I was sitting in Geography listening to the teacher drone on about tectonic plates. Like what is the deal with tectonic plates? We learn it in Physics, Chemistry AND Geography... I had 2 periods of Geography...and it was getting close to the end of the torture! I had no idea why I was there. I mean Geography is fucking boring and I have to do it for my GCSEs. GCSES! I mean, I chose history because I thought it was interesting and enjoyable but then, everyone had to choose it so the teachers just told me that I had to go to Geography. Thank you to all the people who are doing History now! I absolutely love you! I mean the teachers asked me if that …show more content…
Problem is, she used to be my only friend, back in the day. She was the new girl and we clicked. We liked the same things and we promised to each other that we would never leave each other. However, I could see now that we knew nothing about each other. The only thing she knew about me was that I was called Cassandra and I really liked Barbie and Bratz. Anyways, 2 months after, she gradually started finding popularity and power and those two things definitely weren't found with me. She started hanging around the 'cool girls' for a couple days and then hung out with me, when she wasn't busy but, eventually she ditched me. But come on... you can't forget your first friend... even after 6 years. *** "No one wants to be friends with you because you're a loser! A loner" she hissed in my ear. Then, my whole head was enveloped in water. "You are a nobody. No one likes you. Maybe, because you stink! Hope this will help you become less stinkier!" she laughed. Tears were rolling down my face. All I did was want things to be back to normal. A few hours ago "Hey" "Oh... hey" she looked worried. She was looking around her friends to see if any of them were taking notice of us. Everyone on the table was looking at us. "Erm... I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out again since, you know you haven't been coming to my house lately and you also don't play with me no more. Mummy said that we can-" "Oh please!" she interrupted. "Why
“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.
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When we were still friends she was really mean to one of my future best friends, let's call her Karen. At the time me and Karen weren't friends. Tammy would talk about Karen behind her back, because of how she acted, who she was friends with and even for her weight. Me being who I was at the time, didn’t find anything wrong with this. Until one day she started being mean to me, calling me mean names, not talking to me for no reason. It was then, that I started seeing her as the person she really was. While this was happening I started to become good friends with Karen. Me and Karen would do group projects together and text each other a lot. Then about several weeks after this Tammy wanted to be friends again. Seeing this thru a new perspective and how she treated Karen, I said
That then led to making me feel better but still I was missing my friends so much. There has been a time in every body's life when something has happened and tried to adjust.
I’ve realized that the work in class and outside of class is both challenging and plentiful, especially in Biology111 and my DMA Maths. Its quite difference from high school, where maybe I’d have to turn in something once a week. I had free food and transportation which is something I’ve completely over looked all of these years and even with these useful objects I had, I really didn 't learn much. I know a bit about the holocaust, because it was taught each year in English class, but we did very minimal writing and of course we sometimes had journals but they weren 't grammatically correct. History was like we had to live the same day over and over again just to pass a weekly quiz. I had to scribble so many words on a piece of paper that it soon turned into art class. Actually a lot of my classes turned into art class and I got pretty good at drawing.
You know when you have one of those friends you feel like you will have forever? Well, I have already found mine. This is the story. The first of seventh grade I stayed with the same small friend group and didn’t talk to people if it wasn’t required. Fast forward to eighth grade and I had made some band nerd friends because they had my sense of humor and the same love for band. Band was probably my favorite class and the class where I could be myself and not worry who was watching. I had made some friends with some fellow clarinet players and found out that they weren’t that bad once you got to know them. There was this one girl, her name was Nina Zeiler, she was the type of person that hanged out with the outcasts and was more of a rebel but was on the cheerleading team. I tried not to talk to her then which sounds ridiculous now that she is my best friend.
She glanced up, just now noticing that there were others there as well. 'My observation skills are seriously lacking today."
My throat hurt from the tears I held bottled up tight inside. Sometimes we would both forget the new order of things and
“Why are you here,” I peeked around her quickly, frightened, “and where are all of your friends?”
We could have been reunited and started hanging out with each other again, but I was to scared to contact her because I was afraid she wouldn’t remember who I was. If I would have contacted her though would she have remembered me or would she not known who was texting her. Maybe it was for the better that I didn’t contact her, but it still leaves me in regret that I didn’t. We could have started hanging out again like we used to, but I was to much of a chicken to say anything to her. Now we don’t have any contact whatsoever except for social media and things like that, but still she doesn’t know who I am anymore.
"~I'll talk to you later~" She dropped her arm and the A.I dissipated. I shook my head and looked to Smithy.
This was around the second semester of eighth grade that I met my now best friend, Bellamia Liso. We met each other when we went to Sutter Middle School in eighth grade. She was a new student, and she needed another class so she ended up being one of the TA’s in my math class. To be completely honest, I thought that Bella hated me when we were in eighth grade. She never talked to me, and I always thought that she was glaring at me for something that I did, even though I had never done anything to her. I didn’t express my feelings about her though because I didn’t know her, and I didn’t want to judge her without getting to know her
She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your
my heart sank and the tears rolled down my face as if I was trying to fill a river. I knew I