Unexpected Things Always Happen

Prologue

They say that when it comes to rumors, only the ones of truth are the kinds of the rumors that hurt, the rest don't. Well I say that's bullshit. In some way any type of rumor will hurt in some way. Although I've learned that you shouldn't worry or care about what others have to say especially if it's not true. It may be hard having to constantly be putting up with false information, trust me I've had years of experience. I used to think the reason for people making up rumors were because they were secretly jealous. At least that's what I hoped. But the worst kind of rumors are the ones that come from the people you least expect it from. Usually, those are the two-faced people that act like your friend and know everything, but really they're the ones that have it out for you for some reason and really know nothing about.

I guess you can say she got tired of the same old same old but with the same person: Me, Emma Jones.

It all started in Middle school. I know, I know, you're probably thinking 'What happened did you fight over who had the new glitter pens or who had the prettier hair bow?' The answer: Well no, not exactly. I was always the shy, innocent honors student but, I was also a social butterfly (or so I've been told).

It all started with Amber. She and I got along well at first, we had a few classes together and we sat in the same lunch table for the first few weeks of school. But she thought that being friends meant we had to be exactly the same. NO ONE could be better than anyone, in other words 'I' couldn't be better than her. She also wanted to physically change me. We HAD to wear pink every Wednesday, HAD to wear flats, and HAD to have a mirror in our lockers and one in our binders at all times in case of an 'emergency'.

I didn't like having rules in a friendship. I seriously don't know what the hell got into her. Amber is your typical plastic but she gets straight A's, she has a nice family, and she's spoiled. She always wanted control and that was her problem with people. After about three months into school I was already tired of having to listen to her personal dilemma. I wasn't into the gossip or judging people for fun, unlike her. I slowly started sitting with other girls to see if I could at least survive society. I found such nice people and it wasn't hard, which was a little surprising (in a good way). It wasn't like I was desperately looking for people to hang out with and I for sure wasn't judging on who I was going to become friends with.