Know When to Move On

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Starting your freshman year at a new school is scary for a lot of people. Well, for me, it was more dramatic than anything else.

Submitted: July 03, 2013

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Amazing. A year ago today, I was fourteen, at home making my first significant YouTube video...had a job...Fast forward a few months to September. First day of high school at a new school. My stomach was in knots, my thoughts running wild. Everyone said I was an extrovert, so why did I feel so introverted? But whatever, had to get it over with. Forward just a little bit more to that specific day. The day everything fell downhill and jerked right back up. Or so I believed. December 19th, 2012. I had been adjusted to my new school and everyone there. Not sketchy person in my view like my old school. But that day, the 19th, my new found friends and we called a meeting in a vacant classroom. It was the day before school let out for Winter Break. We had some serious issues to resolve. And at the end of that day, we figured everything was peachy keen. Wrong. Months later again, it's early 2013. Not only does the school principal call our class and circle of friends out in front of the whole school, she also called us to a meeting. Gulp, a meeting...with the Principal? Turns out, we had been ratted out on by another teacher about our constant meetings. We just always had issues to resolve. Well meeting with the principal went fairly well for all but two of us, who we will call P and M. Again we perceived that all our problems washed down the drain. Not even close. As monotone as saying this is getting, a couple months later, the fights between myself and M were getting worse. It also didn't help that he had romantic feelings for me, and I didn't. In fact, I got teased so much about it, I constantly and internally felt anger towards him. Yeah, he was my friend, I know, but I wouldn't even admit the and to myself at first. Let alone anyone else. But one day, because of some fight, I broke my friendship with M. It was over. My friends had never seen me so angry since they knew me. And the loss hit me hard. Until two days later when the my friend MM sent me the text he sent her. Begging, pleading for my friendship back. And I fell blindly into the trap. I mean come on, how dumb was I? M even told MM that it was okay for her to show me the text. That should have been a clear sign that he wanted my attention. But I believed him anyway. Last time saying this I promise, march on to another month or two later. Just last month. Everything broke apart when we went to kings dominion as a school trip for the end of the year. My friends MM and T didn't want to be bothered by M, who constantly followed us around although he was an 11th grader. So....he got pushed on me. I had to get on most of the rides with him. It wasn't fair! It wasn't cool. I snapped. The last ride we got on, I finally said, \"I'm riding alone.\" of course, the hurt the little fella's feelings, but I was tired of him for one day! We had gone from sharing bus seats to riding to rides...he bought me fries! Now I know, most people don't complain about free food, but I hated the fact that he liked me so much. Ever since the end of the trip up until last Monday, I've been basically ignoring him. Well Monday rolled around and...let's just say it turned into MM, T, P, me battling with M through text message. Sending all kinds of terrible things....and I hate myself because I meant almost every word. Of course, this all traces back to M being annoying, 'bipolar', clingy, and overly sensitive. To put it in short terms, our friendship no longer exists. Now it's just MM, T, P and me. Now here it is, Present day. July 1st, 2013. We've been enemies (little bit exaggeration but you get it) for exactly one week now. And I know, a lot of people probably think: \"You miss him don't you? You wanna be his friend again? This dislike for each other will fade.\" Well if you're one of those people who thinks any if those thoughts, you'd be exactly wrong. I finally feel as if a burden has been lifted off my shoulders, as if I've started a new leaf! Plus, after this school year, he's going to college. No need in wasting my time on him for the next year. But don't worry, the story ends happy, with a moral:

Unhealthy choices aren't just made for food.

Unless you count life as one big buffet. Then yeah, unhealthy choices are only for 'food'. Good luck ;D


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