School, a place of learning, learning how to read, how to write and if you are not a popular person, you could say it would be an unpopular child's least favourite place to be. With all that said though, I cant say it bothered me much, not being a popular child, not having many friends. I was never a popular child in school, and honestly, that's how I preferred it. Its not like people didn't want to be my friend, it was more that I didn't trust them. What was the point in having a big group of friends, when I knew they were 'acting' like they were your best friend, but would then talk shit about you behind your back.
It wasn't easy for me to trust even back then, I could probably count on one hand the people I could trust in my life, three to be precise, three people, sounds so lonely doesn't it, but honestly I was never alone and I was always loved even when I couldn't see it. My very small circle consisted of three amazing people who I loved with all my heart. Lana, Brad and Sam, they were all I needed.
Lana was everything to me, a best friend, a sister, family. I remember the first day we met in kindergarten. We were outside for playtime and I was sat alone, I could see the biggest bully coming my way, Anna Mason, a complete ogre, and that's putting it nicely, what a fucking bitch she was. She walked straight up to me and launched me off the bench, I hit the floor and scrapped my knee, it was only a matter of time before the teachers ran over with a wet paper towel, thinking that it would magically cure my injuries. Boy I was so weak back then, I remember laying there on the floor begging her to stop, that's when Lana come to my rescue.
She pushed Anna straight to the floor, held out her hand for me and lifted me up and from that moment we became inseparable.
Everything was finally going great in my childhood, I had a best friend, I wasn't getting bullied anymore, I was happy. Happy until I tragically lost both my parents, I was 10 when they died in a car crash. A stupid kid, drunk, just past his test and decided he wanted to go for a joy ride and rammed my parents right off the road. I was distraught and so alone, but Lana was there to pick me up just like she did before.
I was so close to her and her mother, so much so, that Lana's mother Michelle became my legal guardian and I went to live with them. Lana was an only child and they weren't exactly in the money, her father left when she was young and never provided for them or saw them both again. Michelle her mother worked two jobs just to put food on the table for the both of us. She worked in the local supermarket during the day and... well, she would never tell us what the other job was, we just knew it involved a lot of dancing and late nights. When we were old enough to understand we sort of guessed she was some sort of stripper or something but it didn't matter to us, to us she was our hero in stilettos heels. Don't get me wrong, I don't think she was selling her body for money to grotty guys who couldn't get any from their partners, no she just done what was needed to be done so we could survive, the three of us. I loved her for that. Not a day went by were I didn't miss my parents but both Lana and Michelle made life so much easier, because they took me in, and they loved me.
First time I met Sam was the first day of high school, It was embarrassing really, it had been raining heavy that day and I was drenched, I sort of walked straight into his locker, slipped and fell to the floor. We laugh about it now but it really did hurt. I kind of knew when I looked up into his eyes that I wanted to be with him, I guess you could call it love at first sight or intuition but I knew I would be happy with him for the rest of my life even though it took a while to tell him how I really felt.
School ended up being one of my favourite places to be because Lana made it fun and worth it. High school was even better, we would follow each other to the ends of the earth, the four of us were inseparable, we were even going to the same college. People thought we were stupid and foolish to think we'd be friends forever... Oh how they were so wrong.
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