When I was a junior in high school, I went with a friend of mine to the movies. After the movies, we were going to go over to another friend of ours and just hang out. It was around 2 in the morning when we decided to leave and go home. As we were leaving the parking lot, my friend backed into another car. She put the car in drive to get away from the car so we could see the damage, but the car wouldn't move. The other car's front bumper was stuck on her back bumper. It didn't feel like she hit it that hard but I guess the cars were different in height just right to get stuck. She tried to mash on the gas, but nothing happened. I was starting to freak out, but after ten minutes or so, we finally got unstuck. She didn't want to get into trouble by her parents and she was broke so she couldn't pay for the damage so we just left without leaving a note. As we were leaving the apartment parking lot, I looked back to see the damage and it was horrible. The front bumper on the car was practically hanging off and to make matters worse, it looked like a brand new car. I felt so bad because we didn't leave a note and because it was such a nice car. We haven't spoken about that night since then and told no one. To this day, I still feel horrible.
In high school,10th grade, these girls were picking on a girl I knew. We were friends but not really close. Anyways, I stood up for her, and it wasn't easy, 4 girls were picking on her because they thought she was a stuck up snob. I wouldn't back down and nearly got into a fist fight over it, but before that happened the other girls just decided to drop it and leave. Ever since then we've been best friends. And no one ever picked on either of us again. I sort of got a reputation because of it but I was alright with that, at least no one tried anything again to me or any of my friends.
It's really simple. I'm scared that if I'm myself people wont like me, that I have to be someone else to have friend because If I show my true self people will judge me and that's something I wouldn't be able to handle. So I hide my true self and show people the girl that they want to see.
In the eighth grade, I had a mix of both guy friends and girl friends. I wasn't one of those people who only stick to being friends with one gender...it wasn't kindergarten! One of my guy friends told me a secret. He told me who he liked if I told him who I liked. I liked a guy called X but instead of telling the truth, I told him I liked Y. He told me who he really liked. I told my other friend (who is a girl). She ended up telling her other friends and soon, almost the whole grade knew who he liked. He still doesn't know it was me who spilled. He confided in me more and more. The more he told me, the more I revealed them to my other friends. He still doesn't know it was me. And he never told anyone my secret.
It was my senior year in high school and I was 17. I had been in love with my next door neighbor since we were 10. We had been best friends when we were kids but kind of grew apart once we got into junior high. He was still my friend though, and one of the only people that I truly trusted. I knew that no matter what, he would be honest with me and look out for me. I was pretty sure he had an idea how I felt about him, but I had never told him. He was popular and gorgeous and I was not, so I figured I should save myself the inevitable humiliation of "I just like you as a friend.".
He was on the school swim team and I was one of the team managers and one day he noticed me, in a totally different way. He started flirting with me and then pursuing me and I was overwhelmed. I knew he was a bit of a player but once I realized he really did like me, and wasn't making fun, I gave in. I knew that he cared about me as a real friend and that he would never lie to me so when he told me that he had broken up with his girlfriend and asked me to sneak out and into his bedroom window one night I agreed. Even though I wasn't really ready, I slept with him because I thought that if I did, he would see how much I loved him and he would realize he loved me too.
The next day, we had a swim meet. Just before the meet started, I was standing near him when the coach walked up and asked him why he looked so down. He told the coach he was upset because his girlfriend had promised she would come to the meet and she hadn't. I was devastated. He had lied about breaking up with his girlfriend, just to get in my pants. The one person I trusted more than anyone, and loved with my whole heart for 7 years had completely used me, and he didn't even care if I knew.
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Most every person longs to have a best friend that they can call theirs, almost everyone that I know has a best friend because it is just part of the human nature. Well I had a best friend from 7th to 8th grade and we were inseperable. In 8th grade a new girl came to our school... let's not use her real name and call her "Anna". Anna decided that she really liked my best friend a lot and started hanging out with her quite often. Don't worry, that's not the part that bothered me. The part that really bothered me was that my best friend didn't seem to have any time to spend with me any more and we ended up drifting apart.
One day, two of my really close friends and one of my friends boyfriend whom I had been spending a lot of time with lately were all coming to my house after school to hang out. As part of a daily routine, when I first got home I got on MySpace to check my messages. I had one new message from Anna. I never talked to her because we just didn't click and also because of the whole thing that went on at the beginning of the school year. When I opened the e-mail I was shocked to see that there was this huge e-mail telling me how I didn't deserve my old best friend and that I was no good for her and she was cussing me out and everything else you can imagine. She even told me that she was basically going to jump me the next day at school. Forgive me for being terrified, but if a girl that is probably three times your size says she is going to fight you the next day, wouldn't you be scared too?
I ended up calling my ex-best friend and asking her why she would let Anna do such an awful thing and she told me that she knew nothing about what had happened. I really wanted to believe her but her tone of voice made me think that she was lying and on top of that, I could hear Anna in the background so I knew she was with her.
My ex-best friend and I continued going our separate ways for the rest of the year and then I heard a rumor that Anna was going to be moving to Washington. I was happy I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Anna and my ex-best friend got into a huge fight and haven't been friends since. I am now friends again with my ex-best friend, but she will probably never be my best friend again after all that happened that year.
There was a girl in high school that I sat with at lunch. We were... lunch buddies I guess you could call us. Both honors students, we had the same base group of friends.
To be honest though, everyone disliked her just a teensy bit. Maybe it was the way she acted superior, with more confidence than the rest of us girls. Or the way everything was so perfect about her - the way she ate, the way she held herself.
Being immature and cruel, I decided to start a story about her. I was way into writing in high school - poetry, short stories, fanfiction. I thought, what better way to vent my feelings about this girl than in a story?
Now, all good authors know they must create a character with a new name. So, I called her The Swan. Her neck was a bit longer than most of the kids my age, so it fit and it stuck like glue.
I described the perfect way in which she ate her food at lunch. She once had a hissy fit when she couldn't get whipped cream cheese for her bagel - that made it into the story.
Now the harshest part is yet to come. There was a school collection of writing that was published each year at my high school. Well, my friends all loved my short story featuring "The Swan", so I submitted it.
Sure enough, it was published. Well, she read it. I knew she had semi-figured it out. But, I insisted it was a fictional character. I laughed behind her back with my friends, how stupid, how idiotic she was. How too perfect she was.
Looking back, I feel guilty. To call someone a friend and then make fun of her constantly behind her back? It's just plain mean. But that's high school for you - cruel.
16 years old, Sophmore year in High School.
I’ve always considered myself a fat person. I also consider myself a geek because I plow through 2 to 3 books a week, and get straight A’s. So this really doesn’t help my “image” in middle school.
All the time the cool guys would call me fat and I’d just laugh and say, “You think I don’t already know that?” And try and be strong about it. But the truth is, I wasn’t. I would cry almost every day because it really hurt me. And then in 6th grade an acquaintance of mine, a girl mind you, told me that, “Yes, you are kind of fat.” And that’s where I really got mad about it.
Girls never call other girls fat, period. You just don’t. If someone says they’re fat, you say no you’re not, even if it’s not true because you don’t want to hurt them. But not this girl. I printed out our conversation (I know, how mature) and showed tons of people, I think she probably heard about it. Then she tried to be all nice and say she didn’t mean and that “she was in a bad mood.” Sure whatever.
I never forgave her, but that’s not where my story ends. No. It keeps going until mid-way through 7th grade year. I was so sick and tired of my bottom locker and the person beside me shutting my locker that I decided to get revenge. When the boy beside me came to his locker and got it open I kindly shut it for him before he was done. This didn’t go well with him and he elbowed me in the stomach calling me a “fat bitch” and walking away. After that my whole life has changed. I try so hard to diet and exercise and I know it’s wrong to do it based off of other’s opinions, but how could you not want to change after being put down so many times? I don’t know any other way.
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It was sophomore year. It was chemistry.
I’ve never gotten in a class with my best friend Bree comparing our schedule and finding out that we had the same class rocketed.
Months past and Bree and I became lab partners we usually didn’t get any work done.
Bree and I had just meet freshmen year but we become really fast friends our science teacher added a new member to our table Derek.
I’ve know Derek since freshmen year to tell you the truth I never paid much attention to him all of freshmen year we didn’t talk at all. When I saw that Derek is our new lab partner I really didn’t pay much attention he keeps to him self most of the time. It was second semester and Bree came in crying I usually don’t get to see her before class because I’m always running late and then I saw her tears in her eyes in new this had to do with the her Boyfriend because she told me about the problem they were having. Derek was their staring at us then all of a sudden we started taking he usually keep to himself but here he was taking about nothing really just taking to us and that how it stared.
We saw each other in our study half way to the end of the day all the time and we would take I started to have a little crush but so did Bree. It was May and I was heading towards chemistry when I saw Bree and Derek holding hand in that moment they was no doubt in my mind that I would have to keep my feeling to myself because I saw Bree smile and she discovered happiness.
I stayed quite and it was hell seeing them together. Derek had to stay after school for track and I had an after school club Derek had just gotten his license and he would volunteer to give me a ride I always enjoyed the ride. To make this story short one day Derek and Bree started having problem and Derek and I started having feeling with each other and I felt really bad that I had this feeling the worst part was that people started taking and I had to tell Bree the truth. I don’t talk with Bree like I used to just a hi and hello I miss my friend.
My secret isn’t as a secret but keeping it from Bree was the worst kind of Secret I could have had.