Story of my life-

4-5 (Chaos)

-Sigh- Fourth grade... Complete and utter chaos-. I half hated it, half loved it honestly. In around first grade, there was this kid named Zakhar in our class, but we always called him Zak. At the beginning of fourth grade, I walked into the classroom and saw him, after So MaNy YeArS! We both froze completely when we saw each other. (lmao that actually happened) Every time our teachers tried to pair us together in ANYTHING. We'd always argue, and whenever we got along it;d always be when he wasn't hanging out with the other boys. (Lol that faker) There really wasn't much to that year except for a "friend" I met at the meet and greet on the first day of school. I'd say everything, but it'd probably take all night here and I really need to get my sleep schedule together-. (Whyyy) NEVER MIND ABOUT THAT MY GUY GOOD MORNING! On the first day of school when I first stepped onto campus, I met this Russian girl named Paula. Emotional rollercoaster-. The first time we met, she showed me around our floor of the school. The funny thing was that after every sentence she said "Welcome!".. Every time she did the awkwardness raised a little higher on the meter. The next day she sort of became my best friend, and we got along great. She got me in on all the gossip going around school, and told me about everything that happened before I got there. We ended up in the cosplay phase (which I'm kind of still in) and she told me all about it. We came up with our own OCs, gave them names, all that type 'o' shit ya'll cosplayers usually do. Eventually we made ourselves "sisters" (I'm trans male by the by so get it right). It wasn't long before she started telling my the "truth" behind my parents' marriage. (Fuck that I was a dumbass for believing you Paula.) I'd rather not get into what she said because it's a bit personal, but all I can say it that she made the relationship seem horribly toxic. I ended up getting her dad''s number because most of the time her phone was usually dead, and she called and wrote to me from her dad's phone. I ended up getting her mom's too I think-. God being friends with her was confusing. Soon enough I ended up calling her parents "Mom" and "Dad", but I didn't use it much. Soon enough, my parents and I were in Klaipeda, vacationing with my cousins and aunt. I was texting Paula and her parents in the group chat I had made, when my mom told me to take a break. (I spend a LOT of time on my phone) I turned it off, and when she came back in she thought I was still using it and took it away (ugh parents-). About two seconds later, she told me to come to the living room where she was sitting, and saw the texts. (I will NOT get into what happened next) Oh lord... I stopped talking to Paula a while after that, but I still ended up hanging out with her a long while after. Her hamster had just died, so her and her parents were going to the lake. My mom let me go, but she told me to hide my swimsuit since my dad wasn't very keen on me going to swim. (Which I couldn't and still can't) Once fifth grade friendship was sort of on and off... Soon I sort of had to end the friendship, and everything went south after. (Poor Paula I was actually sorry for her) Ever since I called it off, she stopped talking to anyone, and all she'd do was sit in the one of the little houses on the playground and read. The only time she spoke was when she was in a group project, or had to speak for a presentation of any kind. Yeahhh..... Fun times...