Looking at the poll so far, it seems that most of you are excited for the new school year! Congrats to you. So am I. :)
Once school starts, I'll be able to blog about tips based on my experience so all of you wont make the same mistakes I make (Hopefully I won't make many mistakes this year). Let me tell you about a few years ago, in sixth/fifth grade, two mistakes. One mistake I did make, and one I saved myself from.
Story #1:
It was June 3, 2006 (I'm such a loser to remember this date) around 10:00am at morning recess. I was only a fifth grader. I told all my friends about how I was crushing on this kid, lets call him Alex (this is nowhere near his real name). Four of my friends kept the secret in the vault, but the other one... lets call her Jessica, betrayed me.
Jessica was really the best friend I ever had (while she lasted). I still, a few years later haven't found a good friend as she was. Anyway, Jessica and I passed notes, always waited for each other in the bathroom, we loved all the same things! She was the dream friend. (My current BFF is shit, and always has been).
However, Jessica at the same way was pretty popular. Boys crushed on her, and girls loved hanging out with her. She was naturally really pretty, too. I felt honored to be her BFF. But Jessica had this one friend I really hated. Her name... lets call her Emma, was a huge bitch. On top of that, Emma was a notorious big-mouth. That's not all – Emma's BFF was a very popular girl, lets call her Amelia. Amelia had an even bigger mouth. If you look in the dictionary for 'bitch' I swear you'll see a tiny picture of Emma and a gigantic picture of Amelia.
The thing is, I didn't know about Amelia's bitchy-ness until a week later, because me and Amelia were kind of friends in fourth grade. At least, she tried to be my friend. I only hated her tool-friend Emma at the time. So, back to June 3rd...
I was walking with one of my other friends, we can name her Heather. Heather's a really nice girl, the nicest girl I've actually ever met, we still talk occasionally to this day. Heather knew my secret, but kept it what it was, a secret. Heather and I pass Amelia, who is swinging alone on the swings. Amelia thinks for a moment, then goes, "Hey, Sassy! Hi, Heather." We stop. Heather urges me to keep walking, but I don't listen.
"Hi," I say, wondering what she wants of me.
"Okay, I wanna tell you something," she smiles. "I think that you like one of these three guys. Max, Joe, or... um, Alex."
My heart stopped. She knew. But how? "Oh." I say. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I felt like I was going to throw up.
"It's Max, right?" Amelia presses.
Heather looks at me. "Don't tell her anything." She mouths.
"No," I say. Ew!
"I knew it. Then it's Joe." Amelia smirks.
"No!" I insist. Behind Amelia's back, Heather is silently screaming at me to walk away. But I didn't. The thing is, I need to keep my pride and defend myself.
"Then it's Alex?" Amelia says.
"No."
"Are you sure?" Amelia asks.
"I'm sure."
"Oh, cut the act, Sassy." She sighs. "I know you like him."
"Don't tell her," Heather says. Why didn't I listen to her?
"Fine, I do." I say. Those three words were the biggest mistakes of my life.
"It's totally okay. I won't tell anyone." Amelia trots off to her friends.
I couldn't believe this. I could nawt believe this.
Later one day, I sign out to go to the bathroom, and then, Amelia and her friends walk in. I was ready to die. You may as well lain out my death bed, and I would've crawled in without hesitation.
"Don't worry, your secrets safe with us," Amelia smiles. How does she fake smile so much?!
"Okay," I look down.
"Nobody knows." One of her friends smile. Oh, I see, she's gotten her friends into the fake-smile club, too??? "Except the girls. And none of them are mean enough to tell." Wanna bet?
"Some guys know, too." A girl says.
"What?" Amelia asks.
"I mean, they know someone likes him, but not who." She giggles.
"Oh, that's good. See? Nothing to worry about." Amelia says. "Come on Sassy, lets go."
But I knew, deep down, they were lying. The guys already knew. I could just tell. Later, Jessica tells me that she's really sorry, but she told Emma about my crush. And I forgave her. Just like that. Because she was the best friend I ever had. Sadly, we gradually grew apart.
Right now, nobody likes Jessica. I pretended to hate her all these years. The truth is, I'd give anything to be her friend again. ♥
Story #2:
In sixth grade, around the beginning of December I arrived to my lunch table (we had assigned ones based off of our homerooms) only to realize it was packed full. A couple of girls squeezed over and made some room for me.
The two girls across from me seemed really nice. Their names were (lets call them...) Madeline and Claire. They were obviously quite popular, and they had developed an interest in me. Throughout the whole time we were friends, I was ready to explode with happiness. I have a chance to be popular!!! Now before you judge me, seriously think. You know you'd love to be popular, too. It's in human nature to be better than everyone else.
As Christmas time was approaching, and my year of hell (2006) was ending, Madeline and me talked a lot. In the lunch line, she asked me when I was getting my Christmas tree. "We're not getting one this year." I said.
"No tree? Why not!" Madeline exclaimed.
"My mom doesn't like the pine needles shedding on our rugs." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Oh, well." She bought her food and walked to her table. Curse my neat freak mother!!!
A few days later, Madeline randomly asked me what I wanted for Christmas. "I want to get you a present. What do you want?"
I really didn't want to be rude, so I said "I don't care."
"Are you going to get me a present?" She asked, hopeful. "We are friends!"
I shrugged. "I guess."
Another day, after school, Madeline and her boyfriend found me texting on my phone. "Cool phone!" They said.
"Thanks." I smiled. I tried to walk away, because my dad was waiting to pick me up.
"Wait! What's your number?"
"We are friends." Madeline said.
I really didn't want to give them my number, but since they insisted, I give it to them.
"Thanks!" They snapped their phones shut. I expected them to give me their numbers, but they just walked away. Random much?
Layer that day, a weird number called me. "Hello?"
"Hi." It was Madeline's boyfriend. "Can you get me my dirty gym socks from the school?"
"What?" What was this boy's problem???
"Please! They're really stinky." He said.
I hung up. This was too much.
At lunch the next day, Madeline and Claire and her weirdo boyfriend were at my table again. Yay?
"So who do you like?" Madeline randomly asked.
"What?" I asked. Oh god, the dreaded question.
"Who do you like?" She repeated.
"Like, as in what?" I knew I was being difficult, but I really wanted to stall. The entire packed 25 people at the table were waiting for me to answer.
"As a crush," Madeline stated. "Who do you like? You can tell us."
No, I actually could nawt tell them. My crush, we can call him Gavin, was at the table, and listening. Plus, I remembered the incident in fifth grade a few months back in June. "Nobody." I stated. I wasn't going to fall into that trap again.
"Nobody?!" Madeline said in disbelief.
"Nobody." I confirmed. They all went back to talking amongst themselves. I wish I had asked Madeline who she liked at the time.
After that day, they never spoke to me again. So thats when I realized all they wanted was to figure out who I liked so they could embarrass me. Well I guess it didn't work. I'm even more experienced now, and I wouldn't be the same person now if I hadn't of had those experiences. ♥
Anyways, if you took the time, thanks for reading. Please don't make the mistake I made, and think before you act.
Love you,
