The Hallway

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As I walk through the hallway of my middle school I look around at all these faces I've known and even may have been friends with at some point. But now they are just classmates in the hall. I was friends with a lot of the people in the hall, I am friends with most of them still but there's still a specific person that's there that i remember. Spending everyday with that person, calling at night and hanging out on the weekends but not anymore. They now have new friends that they call and hangout with, and I'm not on that list anymore. It doesn't bother me as much as it sounds but sometimes it does because it brings up old memories that I enjoyed in the spur of the moment. Sometimes I look at old photos of us and I laugh and I can almost remember exactly what we were saying before or after the picture was taken. But it still doesn't change that we're not friends anymore. And sometimes i think about the friendship and think of all the bad things they've said or done to me which then reminds me of why we aren't friends anymore. It was also good we stopped being friends, it's hard to say that for some people but when you look around and think about it they were really mean to me. And since we've stopped being friends I have made a better and nicer friend that doesn't make me upset and doesn't argue with me about every little thing that we do. And honestly it's just a lot better for me than when we were friends. But as I walk down the hall I notice other people I used to hangout with and I have to think to myself if they are mad/don't like me. For example, one person used to love hanging out with me and now when I talk to them they completely ignore me and walk away. It doesn't bother me though they were loud and always talked about themselves and honestly writing this makes it easier to actually say what they were like. I have lots of friends but the 2 of them that left doesn't affect as much as you would think. It definitely sounds like I care but I don't. Now that's all I want to say, I really have nothing else.

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