Middle School

Middle school was supposed to be one of the best times of my life. Unfortunately, it was probably one of my worst. In grade school, I had a lot of friends. I thought middle school would be the same, but I was wrong. Sixth grade was hard. New classes, new routines, new people. I didn’t feel like I fit in with anyone, even my friends from grade school. I didn’t have any classes with anyone I knew and lunches were even worse. Sixth grade was a lonely year. The summer before seventh grade, I made a goal to find some friends. I decided to just dive in and find anybody that was willing to hang out with me. I would have friends and I would be popular!! The only problem with that is that I settled for the wrong group of girls. I thought …show more content…
I did everything they did so they would like me. I started to act like these girls, I started being just like them. I started causing fights with people, failing classes, and always getting in to trouble. I started losing who I was. As the year went on I became very close to this one girl in the group, the other girls got jealous and started tearing me down. I remember one day in the locker room when a few of the girls teamed up on me and calling me mean names. They even grabbed my hair and pulled me to the ground. When the bell rang I was on the ground crying. Later that day they came to me and apologized, they were my only friends because no one else liked who I turned into and I forgave them. There were so many fights within the group, I didn’t realize that they were not true friends or realize that true friends are supposed to care about your feelings until it was too …show more content…
We would go to popular places for teenagers on the weekend and always started drama with everyone, we even got kicked out of a few places. When we would sleep over at each other’s houses we snuck out and even snuck guys in. One day the group was in a fight so a few of the girls stayed at my house and when my dad went to bed this girl I was with invited some guy’s over. I knew I should’ve said no, but I wanted to be liked, so I didn’t. When my dad got up to go to the bathroom he heard us, and we got caught. I still remember to this day the anger and disappointment that my whole family had with me. I was grounded the entire summer, and couldn’t talk to my friends. Even after all they did to me I still wanted to be liked by them. When school started back up not one of the group of 6 girls talked to me. They all gave me dirty looks and hated me. A few months went by in the year and I had no friends until I met another group of girls. They liked me for who I was, I didn’t have to change myself for them. I didn’t have to prove myself worthy enough to be there friends. They helped me through my personal problems and actually cared about me. Even after two years of being friends with these girls they still care about me, and the other group of girls are still always fighting and doing stuff they shouldn’t. I am happy and drama free with my new friends and have a healthy relationship with them. The other