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“Why did they leave?” I wail. Tears stream down my face, and the feeling of being lost fills my body. That one sentence flies around my head, and it’s like someone puts a dvd of my memories in, because they play on repeat inside my mind. I see the times we shared together; Pride Parade, dying hair, Galaxyland. I want to shout “Why can things be the way it should be??” but I don’t. The beginning of Grade 9 must’ve tore us apart, or when people decided “I didn’t want them” when I goddamn needed them more than ever. The bond between us was a mirror, but now since the mirror is shattered, I can try to put the pieces back, but i’ll never have all of the right pieces. I walk down the hallway, and all of them stand out more than others. I want to run to them, talk to them, ask how they are, but I can’t. The friendship between us broke. …show more content…
Ever since this, I couldn’t trust just anyone, if they’re just going to leave your friends in the dirt because of a girlfriend. I depended a lot on my one friend, who’s been there since Grade 5. I told her everything, and she told me her feelings
At the beginning of the year the people I was hanging out with are amazing people, but they didn't make me feel welcome at the table. So in the first month of school, I had already switched tables. The friends that I migrated to are good people, who make terrible decisions. They made me feel pressured to hate certain people and act a certain way. I didn't realized how much this had affected my life until recently. Those friends made me feel like I had to have something wrong with me to be different, or fit in with them. When I finally realized what they were doing to me, I left. I moved to another table, these people are the best people ever. They reminded me that I don't have to have something wrong with me to be their friend. This point in my life was just a few weeks ago, and I already feel better than I have in a long time.
On Sunday March 19, 2017 there was an alleged crime at Pitt River Middle School, the former Mary Hill Secondary. On the day of the crime the school janitor was in the school to supervise the sports group. Shortly after he (Mr Bradley) discovered the plaque of Terry Fox went missing, he called in for help asap. The students attending school the next few weeks were surprised very shocked to notice the missing plaque upstairs where the lockers and staff room are located.The first time I was notified by a fellow student it looked like the backing of the plaque was ripped off aggressively, markings of a shoe print and 2 finger prints. Also 2 visible screws that look like they held up the plaque, there was also shattered glass with blood on the corners.The first day back they asked the teachers to put
Have you ever watched a friendship fall apart? It’s an interesting thing to experience. What’s truly amazing is that there are obvious signs, but few people recognize them in time to stop it. This is what happened to me. This is the friendship that I watched slide through the cracks. This is my story.
How am I going to live with myself? I'm Miss Scarlett and I have done something terrible. I'm currently sprinting away from Tudor Mansion. The sirens are getting louder. I have to hide!
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I remember being so nervous on my first day of kindergarden. I had no clue what was going on and I didn't speak a lot of English. I was five at the time and I had only learned how to properly speak Spanish a year before that. Transitioning from Spanish to English in a year was very difficult. It was even worse because I didn't know how to count or sing my ABC's, which is basically all we learn in kindergarden. When I got to my classroom I didn't know anyone and I was really shy. I didn't really understand some of the things my teacher would say, but I would just nod my head and pretend I did. That day I started talking to a girl. "Hey do you want to be my friend," she said. "Yeah," I said back. I was so delighted to finally have a friend in
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Tears came from every which way my last day of school, Rachael couldn’t keep it together, she was shook with the thought that this really is the last time she ever will catch my eye at the same time I could catch hers. I rushed over to her to say my goodbyes but she moved away like a stubborn child, she told me that the hurt will never stop and the more she sees me the hurt wont go away. Flashbacks of the good, bad and the ugly of our relationship ran through her mind like a movie. It was a perfect love between two people that met at the wrong time in their growing lives.
I cried as we locked up the house for the last time. I felt like we had just spackled, primed, and painted over my childhood. I felt as if my identity had been erased, and like the character in the song, I had lost myself. There was no longer any physical evidence that I had ever lived in, much less grew up in, the house.
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
"I promise it will be worth it, just wait and you will see. Anyway, like I was saying, It was my senior year everything was going great! I was captain of the cheer team and in the most non conceited way, loved by everyone, but for some reason I was not happy. I had not been happy since the last time I had talked to Emma, who had been my best friend all of my life. We were inseparable from when we met - which was before kindergarten. It was sophomore year that ruined our friendship. I was dating this cute boy named Hunter. He was always close to Emma and I was aware of that. It was never a problem until I heard rumors of them hanging out behind my back. I did not want to believe it. When I found out that it was true, it tore me in half. I lashed out on Emma and Hunter not knowing what else to do. Hunter finally told me the truth that he had had feelings for Emma this whole time. He tried to apologize, but I could not even stand to look at him. He hurt me so much by telling me that. I could not even put my words together to talk to him, I just ...
I never knew how complicated it was to have both a close knit group of friends, and a relationship until the week that I lost it. It was truly one of the hardest decisions I 've ever had to make and also the most disappointing. It was a necessary choice that I felt was right for myself, my friends on the other hand could disagree. The last thing I would have expected was that my best friends would tell me to choose between them and someone I had feelings for, over the petty facts of choosing to go out with my boyfriend over them. To think seven years went down the drain for that, boggles my mind.
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