Replacing Headbands With Colored Hair

A girl Named Stephanie

Another thing I hate about autobiographies, they expect me to put every event in order. I can't remember things in the order they happened. I'll remember something as I'm writing and I don't have time to put it back. What I think I'm going to do, is start grouping things together. Here's about the girl Stevie, as promised in the last chapter.

I met her in our 3rd grade class with Mrs. Sanders. Stevie has long, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She was taller than me, which isn't much of a surprise as I'm very short. I don't actually remember the first time we had hung out. We had hung out so many times there's no way to keep track. We basically lived at each other's houses.

We started talking because I got put in a table group with her and and another girl Amelia.

I honestly don't know why, but for a while I did not like her. I would always stare at her with this strong hatred and it was weird. Until I got put in a table group with her. Then her and I became best friends. I don't quite remember how.

So from third grade and on we spent all the time we could at each other's houses.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Sam liked to get into the way. They would always run off together and exclude me from everything. It got so bad that my older sister Dee and my brothers wife Nonie had to intervene constantly. On the 4th of July they only took me to the parade and left Sam and stevie behind because that day they had been excluding me. That was pretty much the entire friendship. Then in 8th grade was when we stopped being friends because she did drugs. I wouldn't have cared if she told me but she kept it from me and of course only told sam. Also it wasn't even weed, she did some drug that started with an s. If it was weed I wouldn't have cared bc weed doesn't do anything to people.

Recently we've talked a few times but she doesn't seem interested. I thought she was because she was going to prom at my school (she had moved after 8th grade) and she made it seem like she wanted to see me but when I ran into her she made it out to be like she didn't want to talk so I left. That's about it for stevie. She used to be my sister and now it's like we're strangers. But that's okay, it's just how life goes. Friends come and go.