Are You Kidding?

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I looked down at my bright iPhone screen as it lit up with more texts from my "best friend. Of course, we were fighting again. Name a time we weren't. I read the text quickly, skimming over things like 'awful friend' and 'bitch'. I rolled my eyes in an attempt to hold back the tears. I found it interesting how she always called herself my best friend but I consider her more an enemy. After all, best friends don't bring you down. Enemy's do.

I walked alone to Intervention, hoping to find Linnea somewhere in the crowd. I saw my phone light up again, but I resisted the urge to open it. I felt arms around me and instantly smiled, knowing I had found Linnea. School just started and we just became friends, but I feel like for the first time in my life I have found a friend who makes me feel good. Someone who I can actually count on. Someone who I enjoy spending time with. Someone who I can consider a true friend.

She dragged me towards an open seat and I quickly shut my phone off, after seeing it light up more with 'Oh, so you're ignoring me now?' Intervention's purpose was to do homework, but no one did. Linnea and I looked around hoping to find Marie. I felt my stomach drop, wondering what Erin was texting me now. At some point, Marie came over but I was too immersed in my own thoughts to follow the conversation, let alone participate in it. I heard the bell ring, and then heard the volume rise as everyone filed towards the doors out to lunch.

I sat down at a table with my new group of friends, Linnea, Marie, and America. It felt amazing to get some distance from Erin and the rest of them. I thought for a moment. The rest of them. Erin was an amazing manipulator. She probably made them all hate me already. I sighed quietly. I was hungry before, but now my appetite is gone. Erin just has to ruin everything for me. Although, I was very happy in that moment that we do not have the same lunch. I pulled out my phone, with about 10 messages waiting for me. The downside of being able to use our phones in class. I read the messages quickly, holding back my tears. I responded with a single statement. 'Okay.' I didn't want to fight, she was starting this whole thing over nothing. She was typing back immediately and I just rolled my eyes at the thought of her response.

I was very happy when I remembered that speech and debate was my next class. It had everything I needed: A funny teacher, friendly class, friends right around me, as well as a few cute senior boys. I trekked up the stairs to room L208. I hated those stairs. I layed down on my desk, as I was tired from the day I had. I perked up to the sound of Mr.Parris yelling: His daily start to the class. I glanced back down at my phone, but I realized I was too exhausted to deal with this. Linnea whispered something about a senior, and of course we giggled, like the immature freshmen we are.