I was attending school at Hollis Hand Elementary. I had a friend named Jackie in kindergarten, but she was not in the same class as me in first grade. I came to the conclusion that I had to make a new friend. After a while, I made a new friend, and her name was Rachel. She became my best friend, and we would always play on the playground together and have sleepovers.
Through out the whole summer I talked to her and got to really know her. Then when the school year started I remember always getting home and trying to get all my homework done just so I could go outside and talk with her. Then about 4 months after meeting unfamiliar face, I told my friend’s, that I liked Bianca and I wanted to go out with her. But all my friend told me was to go and ask her out myself. So about a month later I finally got the guts to ask her while I was walking her home from our friend’s house.
Jazzy and I had known each other since 4th grade. She had just moved to Hampton and I had just moved there a year earlier. We both were in the same class, she had a bright and bubbly personality that shined even on the darkest days. While I was quiet and isolated unless answering a question or talking to the few friends I had. Little did we know we were going to end up best friends until father time decided it was time for her to go, because,
My mother has kept pictures of us ranging from the time we shared a playpen as babies to just recently at Leslie's graduation. For seventeen years, we've shared every life experience imaginable, and we've dealt with the trials and tribulations that come with growing up. But in September, she left home to attend the University of California at Irvine, leaving me to face life alone. However, it gave me the opportunity to live life by myself as Ryan, instead of Leslie's little brother. Since the beginning, I have gone to the same school as Leslie, and almost every year I got stuck with a teacher that she had had the previous year.
I thought of how my parents had divorced a few months early before the school year ended and I started summer school. This is also something that I keep in and never let myself think of, while in school because I know what was going to happen if I talked about it. While in school people will look at me and ask wants wrong or why the change of attack. I would just tell them to leave me alone. When my mom and I finally left the meeting and being told I’m going to repeat the 8th grade, we went home, where I get another speech from my mom and sister about this happen because of the divorce between my mom and dad but how I am very close to my dad and now he’s not in the picture.
So I spent basically a year and a half with very few friends. I moved to a new school half way through sixth grade. I didn’t ever find a real place there. I met my best friend Stacey when I first moved to my new middle school. We stayed friends throughout middle school, but she had a lot of family problems and she ended dup moving away and I didn’t even know she was leaving until after she was gone.
For the past 15 years, I had wanted to live and breathe whatever she did. A living shadow, I guess would be a good way to describe it. She was just so cool. Who wouldn’t want to be her? Flashbacks entered my head as my mom and dad scurried around for the last things to load up while my sister read off the never ending check list to the air.
My whole life I have been what some people might call a loner. I’d gotten through elementary school with two best friends, both of whom had moved away by the time I was in sixth grade. When I got my class list that year, I wasn’t expecting much. I was in a class with a group of girls who had been best friends since kindergarten. I had tried being friends with them- but I never really fit in.
When Emma got there she started at CDC preschool and met a group of new friends. She loved the California life. Then, she went to Solana Vista for all of her four years. In second grade, her best friend moved away, which created a big shift in her life. She had only her one best friend and no others.
Babe Ruth once said, “It’s hard to beat a person who never gives up.” When starting cheerleading on a whim at the age of twelve, I faced intense adversity being that I was the only new girl with no cheer experience. Cheerleading has been nothing but beneficial to me for seven years. When entering college, I had no intention of cheerleading because I thought it was an appropriate time to close that chapter. At orientation when I saw the pretty girls in the prettier uniforms, I knew that I owed it to myself to give it another whirl. During the summer of 2015, I went to AMC Livonia and ran into one of my former teammates, Morgan.