Radical Friendship

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I was alone. I felt like nothing more than a speck of dust drifting through the wind. An outsider. But they took me in. This group of people. So radical in their personalities and so unashamed of themselves. 

They were so close to each other. They could say anything and no one would judge them. And they noticed me, an insecure girl amongst a river of other students. They offered me their friendship. They offered me a way out of the hole. And me, so desperate for a friend, took the offer. I became a part of this group. This wholeheartedly awesome group. And I saw a glimmer of happiness.

School was stressful. But I had them.

Parents are strict. But I still had them.

Dating sucked. But I still had them.

They never left my side. Not even once.

Not even when I started becoming clingy again. 

And when I started to express emotion, they embraced me.

Never once had I put my emotional turmoil on my friends, I didn't want to give them more problems. But they cracked me, and I opened up, reveling my deepest thoughts and emotions. I was scared. What if they thought of me as weak or dumb or nothing more than a drama queen? But that didn't happen.

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