You would think that as we grow up, we would grow out of that phase but that’s not the case. We grew into it even worse. By time I got to middle school, our grade had been broken up into three groups; The Preps, The Rebels, and The Goodies. The Preps were the cheerleaders, the ones that thought they were too good to get their hands dirty, the tight-fit group that was hard to get into. The Rebels were the trouble-makers of the grade, the ones who didn’t care what anyone else thought, the ones who did anything to make themselves think they were better than the preps. The Goodies were the kids in schools are laid low, stayed out of the way of other people in the other groups, and focused more on themselves rather than the opinion of others. I happened to fall into the group with the rebels because the “leader” of them all was someone I wanted to be best friends with. Her name was Sasha Barnes. I don’t know why I wanted to be her best friend so badly but I found myself working for it for an entire two years. Sasha’s friends never liked me so they always …show more content…
I remember I stayed home from school that day just because I didn’t feel like going to a certain class that week. It was the first day of school I ever missed that year and I can’t help but to think God was on my side when I chose that day because that day was a day I will never forget. It was the day I finally had my high school reality check. My phone was blowing up with all kinds of hateful texts from Sasha, from Alexis, even from Millie, another distant friend of mine. All these texts were about things I said and did behind people’s backs. Things Alexis knew, she knew from Sasha and things Sasha knew, she knew from Celia and Maggie. Celia and Maggie. My own best friends had betrayed me. I had no one. I felt like my life was over. I didn’t know what to do so I stayed home again the next day because I couldn’t face any of them. I had the whole weekend to do some damage control for me but every day, I texted Celia and Maggie trying to get them to give me another chance. It took all of my friends a long week to forgive me and give another chance but I made a vow to myself that very first day I lost