How The Galaxy Expects You To Live Until You Die (Based on A True Story)

A Sign Of Friendship & A Computer ✅

As of August 2012, I began second grade. Back in elementary school, I was the typical girl who would use a uniform even when the school dress code said: "wear anything." My mother always said, "uniform is manners," and dang, now as a teen, I'm sure she was right. My shirts were white, my skirt & pants were navy blue. I liked going in uniform because I liked how I looked; I guess it could be said that I was ready for school than the rest of my classmates.

My teacher's name was Mrs. Almeida. She was friendly and showed us subjects through songs and activities. Since I was shown to speak two languages, English and Spanish, reading wasn't so much of a problem. When we had a vocabulary test, I was almost the only one who got the whole test right with this other girl named Jordan Zamora. Jordan was a skinny girl who didn't talk much; for some reason, I always seemed to think that no one liked her because she was intelligent and good at English, while others barely got the hang of it. The class thought she was weird, so I thought she was weird too. 

In second grade, I was the teacher's centre of attention. She would always call on me to do the reading for the class for obvious reasons... The problem with a teacher finding a more advanced student is that they always know who you are. Then that's when the rest of your classmates miss interprets the situation and starts calling you "teacher's pet," and I had only about five friends because of that misinterpretation. I had two absolute besties,  Ileana and Kaitlyn,  Both of which I met in first grade. We would hang out together around the track field or near a tree at the very back of the school. We would always eat together and make fun of the ugly girls in the class. The three of us were like peanut butter and jelly, simply just united to the point in which it was annoying.

When it came to playing sports like sock ball or kickball, I was usually the last to be chosen. When you're the last one standing alone, you begin to notice that you're less popular and that no one likes you. Class Social status, of course. When you're forced to be put in a team that doesn't want you, the kids are like, "Ugh, okay, get your ass over here and stay at the end of the line... don't kick. Okay, you suck, so don't even think about it!" I felt like no one liked me; I was furious because I was friendly and always tried to make friends. That's when I decided that id make their lives impossible in many ways possible. When they told me not to kick the ball, I'd find that timid kid that everyone has in their class and ask him if I could kick for him. No matter what, they always said "yes" or "Okay."  So when it was finally my turn after robbing the place of the timid kid, the ball rolled towards me and id kick the ball as hard as i could, and right after kicking the ball, Id stayed in place like a tree and wouldn't run even if i had the whole class yelling at me. As the ball flew in the air and all the opposite teams went to catch it, I looked back at my team as a way to tell them "Fuck You don't mess with me"

"RUN RUN RUN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!"  they yelled

And as the opposite team finally got the ball and threw it to each other after 30 seconds, they finally got to first base and screamed, "ONE OUT."  After I was called out, and the team got a strike, and I began to walk back to the end of the line, the class started to scream. "omg, why didn't you run!!!". "

" I don't want to get dirty and smell like you,"

Each time I was picked last, I did this, or sometimes I made my teammates get in trouble by pretending to cry.  When it was my turn to be team captain, I usually chose the strongest kicker, and then I chose everyone who sucked. The other team remained with their fast runners and good catchers. Believe it or not, our Sucky team won a good amount of games because we demonstrated that we didn't need to be good to win; what we needed was a bit fair push, a bit of bravery, and a bit of praying as well.