Chapter 2
It was after winter break and before spring break that it all changed. Emmitt and I messed up with Sandy. It took us a while but Sandy finally came along and we resolved the issue. Sandy and I are not friends, but we are not enemies either. We are more like strangers now. We passed by in the school halls for the rest of the year with little acknowledgement. Barsha and I on the other hand... Thats all another half of the story.
Barsha was my "closest friend". I say that with quotes because in the end i learned that she never was my friend, let alone my closet. I enjoyed being with her. She was fun and funny and really understanding. I told her a lot, I trusted her, but she didn't do the same.
We hung out for SSR. it was the best class, we laughed a lot and played games. We never really did what we were supposed to do. We were partners in Social Studies, and we got everything done that we need. Like I said, it was fun.
Then after messing up with Sandy Barsha ran away. She stopped talking to me, she moved seats in SSR, and she avoided me everywhere I went. If I join a group that was having a conversation and she was in it then she would leave because I was there. It was tough.
I tried contacting her many times to ask her what I did, why she was doing this to me, but she wouldn't tell me. Then once I got her to tell me it was stupid. She told me "I'm just done."
I asked her "done with what?"
"With you. I'm done with you." She paused. "You did something to Taylor, (taylor and I were good friends. We were growing apart but we still hung out from time to time.) you did something to Sandy, and I don't want to be next. So I'm done"
I was shocked. She was running away from something that wasn't even there. Plus, I asked Taylor and she said I didn't do anything to her. I couldn't believe that Barsha thought she could just throw me away. What a true friend. 😑
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The Drama Years
Non-FictionFor some, the defining moments of friendship are profound, such as the soulmate who helps you through the grief of losing a family member or camps out in your hospital room when you're sick. For others, it's smaller gestures like the friend who talk...