A New Thought

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The girl I became close to in 5th grade, didn't just happen. In the fourth grade I had other friends who would tell me things about her. And it wasn't good things. They would tell me how she's like a spoiled and rich brat, and gets everything she wants. She wouldn't wear the school uniforms and she showed a lot of 'skin' so I thought she was a slut. But then I eventually became friends with her best friend, Noesha. Noesha was a really nice girl, I didn't know why she would want to be friends with a girl like Jessica. Jessica also hung out with another girl, Hulita. Those three girls were like chains, like nothing could break their friendship.

It was summer, schools out, the weather rose, everyone was on vacation. Facebook was the popular thing then. Me and Jessica added each other, and somehow began talking. We would find common interests. We would talk a lot sometimes, it's scary. She told me about how her best friend just told her she didn't "like" her anymore, and I never knew it was possible.

In the fifth grade when we were put next to each other, I didn't even want to talk to her again all, it was almost as if I hated someone whom I barely knew. I thought I knew who she was and how she acts, but I didn't. I watched her work, and she was really focused, but also smart. Our teachers decided one day that we should check each other's planners because some students didn't write the assignment. Since me and Jessica were the only ones on our table, we had to check each other's. As we started to talk to each other more, we were able to make each other laugh. And then we began hanging out in recess. We had this bond like no other. We'd laugh non-stop, act like we have mental problems, tell each other things no one really knows, we just became like best friends. Me, Mallory, and Jessica called ourselves JEMS, it was originally my mother's group, but my friends had the same letters so I used the name, the s stood for sisters. And that's what my new thought on someone I thought I hated was, she was like my big sister.

continuing soon (:

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