The first day I met Ashton was the third day of pre school, I was playing in the sandbox and he came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, screaming "YOURE IT!!" I screamed and threw sand in his eyes. I sat in the nurses office for an hour before his parents came, telling him sorry so much my voice was horse by the time his mom came into the office with eye drops. He kept saying it was okay and that it didnt hurt to much because he was a big boy. But I still stayed and clicked my little black Mary Janes together. While we were in there he proclaimed me the coolest person other than him in the school and therefore his best friend. I just blushed and looked down of course. I've never had a friend. We sat together in class everyday after that.
In kindergarten, there was only one teacher so we got the same class again and sat next to each other.we didnt think of fashions and rumors and prejudice that would haunt us in the later years, we just worried about being friends and who could eat the most marshmallows without puking. Being 6-7 year olds we had sleepovers every Friday and Saturday. No matter how many times we stayed over we would always get excited on Fridays and plan the night ahead. One of the biggest goals we had was to stay up until midnight and we would watch the clock but usually still only stay up until 9:30 pm.
In first grade there were two teachers and we each got a different class but still played together at recess. We started to drift apart and only had sleepovers every other Saturday.
In second grade we got into the same class again and came back together to become the dreaded twosome that the teachers despised. Of course we only talked and laughed during class but they still hated us
In third grade an outbreak of the cooties came out and me and Ashton were forced to stay apart, despite still being in the same class. We only communicated through telephone. Soon , the phone calls ceased.
All throughout 4+5 grade I made new friends, most of them girls and hardly even glanced in Ashton's direction.
Sixth grade was the time that everyone started to mature and Ashton became a real trouble maker and started getting in fights and disrespecting teachers. He started hanging out with kids older than him and started doing his hair funny. I started avoiding him and giving him dirty looks in the hallways.
Seventh grade came and most boys thought they were hardasses, and followed my used to be best friend like lost puppy dogs. I felt lost that year. Something inside me snapped. I started hating myself, hating the way I looked, the way I walked, the way I acted. So I stopped showing emotion. I stopped trying to please everyone. My simple hoodie jeans and vans were worn all throughout the year, no matter how hot it was so no one could see the thing I felt was disgusting underneath.
