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Abandoned Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip. The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!” To which she replied “Oh I’m staying with someone else and we can’t have 5 people in a 4 person room.”. When I asked where she thought I could stay she said “Well I don’t know.” I was torn, I had just been betrayed by my best friend, I had been treated like this before, but I just put up with it and somehow I had a feeling it would not be the last. Instead of being in a room with my best friend, I was assigned a room with three girls I did not know well. In the long run being in that room was one of the highlights of the trip for me. The next event that told me I needed to find true friends happened at the airport. We were flying Southwest, meaning that when we got on the plane, we could choose our own seats. I prearranged for my friends and I to all sit together so we could talk on the plane by asking them “Can we sit next to each other on the plane?” my friend replied “Well we can sit near each other, but I am sitting with them (referring to my 3 other friends who were all guys).” I thought to myself “OK, we will sit all together and it will be fine!” when we got on the plane everything seemed fine, we were …show more content…
That evening was also rather uneventful, however, it was not as much fun as it would have been had my friends been genuine friends, we just did
“Ding”, the bell had just come alive with a mighty ring, ending the last day of school. I began shoveling the materials from my trainwreck of a locker into my bag when a close friend of mine approached me. She began bragging about the birthday party she was planning. Her arrogance annoyed me because she did not invite me, claiming that I wouldn’t know anybody. Honestly, she probably was scared of what I would do to her reputation. All she ever thought about was herself, with no regard for others. This wasn’t the first time it happened, and this pattern began to anger me, I deserved better. And that is when I decided I didn’t need her, I left her to live her own life. I felt as free as a bird but she was left alone like Scrooge. My friend
Instead Becca was talking to the new boy, Abby was sitting at her desk alone. My teacher welcomed me back, as I made my way back to my desk. Abigail looked at me and smiled, she said she had missed me. I asked her what happened to Becca, her face turned red as she looked at me. “Becca started spreading terrible rumors”, she told me. “Even worste then before, it was my fault in the first place I shouldnt have agreed.” She apologized and hugged me, she told me she missed her bestfriend. We went back to being close maybe closer, sadly I eventually ended up moving. We stayed close friends, but also made new friends. I still talk to her about everything, we meet up sometimes. She was my first bestfriend, we always had our little aruguments. True friends overcome the biggest of obstacles, im happy to have overcame
new friendships, my summer was full of new and old experiences. Though over too soon, I
It was a few days before I left for school and my best friend, Kate, was throwing a good-bye party for our group of friends. I was so excited for this bash seeing that it would be the last time our group would be together for a while. It was a time for all of us to move on and embark upon futures that held so much for all of us, and to say farewell to the people and memories that had shaped us.
The first day of school dawned after I had. The morning was cold sunshine on a content blue sky. I was so despondent that I was crying; how would I be able to deal with a new school, with new teachers, guys with beards, and so many of my best friends gone?
i didn 't feel like my myself as the weeks went by. i noticed a change, as in how they both acted whenever i was around. at anytime i would enter the classroom for music and one of them would be leaving i would put my head down. also, if i spotted them at lunch, they would roll their eyes and laugh. i noticed my attitude towards them changing because of it. i would wonder why things ended up so badly. it was as if this time i was a completely different person. the day came that my mom spoke to me and said, “dwelling on a situation won 't make anything better, what you have to do is move on” .ever since that day, it made me realize that my biggest mistake was letting friendship get to me. it impacted me so much, to the point where my attitude changed completely and the way i was acting towards others changed. i noticed that i wouldn’t smile as much as i used to, or even talk that much. in fact, i tried so hard to avoid several because i didn’t want to believe things had changed. nonetheless, the day came where something finally snapped and made me realize that i had to move on from the
It was my birthday and mom had planned for me to go to Six Flags. My birthday is March 21st, it was spring, so it was getting hot outside. I didn’t like it but why not go to Six Flags on a hot and sunny day. I brought some of my friends with me because who wants to be at Six Flags with no one at Six Flags with you. I brought a friend from school named Jeremiah and my cousin named Jeremy. Jeremy slept over at my house and
My Freshman year was a rough time for me. It was my first year in high school, and things were so much different than what I was used to. Everyone had their clique of friends. It seemed like everyone knew who they were and where they belonged. I was struggling to find my own place in the school. I was only 14 years old and it’s okay to not know who you are when you’re that young. But when I got to high school, I began to have a lot
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
A year went by and I started fourth grade. I absolutely adored my teacher and classmates. My teacher traveled a lot and she told us some really interesting stories. Then I found out we had to move again; it was awful. My parents even told my teacher that we were moving before me. I knew this move was going to a lot harder because we were moving mid-year. I was just starting to fit in, then it blew up in my face. I vowed never to make friends so I’d never have to miss someone I cared about.
A few weeks later when I got home on the last day of school I saw my dad putting up a for sale sign, I asked him why this was necessary and then he ruined my day by breaking the news to me, that unfortunately we were gonna move. Our house sold in a matter of 48 hours. We were all moved in and everything in a matter of 2 weeks. I was entering middle school with no friends to talk to on the first day of school so I was pretty scared. Surprisingly I made friends fairly easy because I joined the nearest soccer club, so I made friends there and they introduced me to other kids and so on. Little did I know that my “friends” just talked to me to make fun of me behind my back. I was bullied until 7th grade, I was insulted about my race and weight. I realized that I could be sad, complain, and say my life is terrible but it simply
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
Growing up in school you have your friends in 1st, then in Jr. High, and then when you get to high school you might not even know or see your friends from 1st grade anymore. For the few people who’s had a friend from 1st grade till college I think that someone they need to hold on to because if they stuck with you through all them year I know they’re there for the right reason and there not just there for a season. As Elizabeth Dunphy says, “It’s the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.”
I could not tell who wanted to be a real friend, or who wanted to use me for the moment. Over the last part of the summer, or beginning of school year, I had met so many real girls, at my work, who might have just wanted a real friend too. I meant this girl Taylor, who has a rare personality, she is the life of a party, and someone I could see really being a true friend. I guess deep down I kept a slight distance, because I did not want to care when I got left behind. Truthfully there were times I could have been there for her, if I had just gotten past my own insecurities about letting people in again. I have learned that my past experiences with friends is effecting me now by always being skeptic about new people, and wanting to keep them at arm’s
As I reach the seemingly boring age of 19, I am able to look back and reflect on how my choices in the past have gotten me to where I am today. One of the most significant decisions I have made in my life was to minimize my friend group. Now, losing friends is something you hear about before you even hit junior high. The common phrase is repeated over and over again, when referring to high school, “You find out who your real friends are.” As a scrawny little freshman, with no sense of reality, I refused to believe that that phrase would ever apply to my life. The end of my sophomore year is when my then, sixteen-year-old self, realized that that overused phrase was more relevant to my life than I wanted it to be. So I did something about it.