I'm Laughing At My Own Jokes

Chapter One: My Friends Suck

I'm lying. This is actually an understatement.

Obviously I'm kidding, though as I'm writing this I'm wondering if I am. I've had lots of friends, as most people have.

To be honest, without my friends, I'm pretty positive I would have given everything up a long time ago. I mean, sure, my friends are the most annoying people on the planet (besides my sister) and if I weren't friends with them, I would just think they're jerks, but they are the most amazing people ever.
I've never been good at making friends, or talking to anyone for that matter. People always seem to have to start the conversation, or there won't be a conversation at all. It hasn't always been that way, but I'll get into that later (last chapter). Usually, I get introduced from a friend, then we talk and if they aren't annoying, BOOM, we're friends. Then, if the friend that introduced me to the friend moves or leaves me for another friend, I just become better friends with the friend that was introduced from the other friend. That was probably confusing, but it makes sense.

I don't want to put my friends name's in, but I will, however, put in their initials. I'm going to start with one of my best friends that has been by my side the longest.

Tashia has been my best friend for years. She moved to my school when we were in fifth grade. I only knew about half of the kids in my grade, as we had just combined the schools in our district. I was friends with this girl, A. A was a nice person, so when Tashia came, she immediately became friends with her. I was kind of a jealous person, though I didn't know it until around two years later, when I had a similar situation. So for a year, Tashia was the worst person I had ever met. Sixth grade came around and some how, I became friends with Tashia and M. M was already a friend of Tashia. So for that year, Tashia and M were awesome. Seventh grade rolled around and I continued to be friends with Tashia on the bus, but not really M. Nothing had happened, she just didn't ride my bus and she sat across the lunch room. I had these two other friends that year, but I don't really want to get into that. I've gotten over it, I'll live. Back to Tashia. Finally, eighth grade, probably the best year I've had yet, sadly. The other two friends I didn't want to write about got mad at me, switched tables, so I'm sitting with Tashia and M. First semester, best friends you'd ever see. Just as the second semester started, there was a couple fights between Tashia and M, Tashia left the table, they made up, Tashia came back and brought C (who I will get into in a minute), Tashia got mad again, M left and that was it. I've only talked to M a couple times since, but there isn't any tension between M and me anymore, but Tashia and M still haven't spoke a word. Tashia is still my best friend and she means the world to me.

We'll talk about C next. C hasn't been my friend for very long. I had never had a problem with her, just never talked to her much. I met her in fifth grade, when the schools came together. I remember talking to her about Monster High once in a while. I also remember her wearing a Monster High sock last week.

To be quite honest, I didn't like C at first. Again, I got jealous. Then, a month or so ago, I finally realized, she just likes being friends with Tashia, like I do. I can't blame her for that. So I sucked it up and gave her a chance. Now, I really like being around her. Now, I have a really good story about C, but I think I'll save it for the last chapter as most people, only three (update: four people) in fact, know about this aspect of my life. I'm hoping for more to know soon, but for now, it's just me and the three.

I have another friend I really care about, but I'll save her for next chapter.