Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.~ Muhammad Ali
The next morning I woke up at six, noticing I was finally a senior. Fuck I was scared; I couldn't believe this was going to be my last year of school. I grabbed my uniform and changed into my sport suit. I grabbed my hair and straighten it then I teased it a bit. I went to the dining room and ate my breakfast; milk with cereal. I went to the bathroom brushed my teeth and put some eyeliner on. Then grabbed my phone, my headphones, and my backpack and headed to school.
I was on the bus when I saw a group waiting to walk into the school. I went out of the bus there and walked with my friends. I saw Sammy who was alone.
"Hey, Tinker bell," Sammy said with a beam on her face, starting to hug me. My friends sometimes call me tinker bell for my attitude of a bit clumsy, a bit childish, and because of my name.
"Hey Sammy, how are you," I asked moving a little from the hug.
"I'm fine, how are you? We didn't see each other in a long time" Sammy replied
"Yeah, two weeks ago... I'm fine" I replied a bit sarcastic
"You look very pretty today," she said looking at my hair.
"Oh, thank you. You look nice yourself" I gave her a little smile. Suddenly I heard a little scream coming from behind. Sam and I turned around and noticed it was Marley
"Sammy!!! Tinker Bell!!!!" She screamed as she came running toward us and then hugged us
"Hey Marls," Sammy said hugging her back
"hey Marley" I gave her a little smile
"OMG! I missed you, girls. And you Bella, you owe me some calls" she said looking mostly at me
"oh sorry Marls, I tried to call you yesterday but well I had to get ready for school and all" I lied, but well what could I say "I'm sorry I knew you were with Sasha so I didn't want to contact you" hell to the no, so I decided to lie.
"It's ok Bella" she smiled.
We walked inside the building and went to the auditorium. The teachers started talking about how school was going to be and how we should start working hard and not give a damn about school. I never really had been the girl who didn't care about school. I was always doing homework and trying my best to pass all the classes. Of course, I was never really the best one in my class not even from my group of friends, but at least I didn't fail in any class with really bad grades.
The teachers started calling our names for them to give us our schedules, meanwhile, Marley, Sammy, and I continued talking
"So what area did you guys choose?" Sammy asked
"I chose the artistic" I replied. I knew I wasn't that creative but at least I tried a little on working at my art and all.
"same, I'm also in the artistic. I wonder if we'll get the same schedule for everything. That would be great." Marley replied
"yeah, I hope so, too. How about you, Sammy? What did you choose?" I asked Sam
"I chose the scientific one," she said with a little smart face
"I knew it! You are really smart and you deserve to be there" I smiled
"Awww thanks Bella," Sam said hugging me. They called out my name and I got up to the stage, where the teachers were.
"hey Isabella, so this line is your schedule. And right now you are in your third period so you must go to arts now" the teacher said highlighting a line on the paper.
I walked into the class and noticed some girls from my group; I waved at them and took a sit on one of the chairs on a table, alone. I really didn't want to be at that table. My enemy... or... well, the girl who I didn't really get along with was there. All my friends got along with her because, well, she's popular. I hated that my friends sometimes acted like wannabes so they can have more friends. While I, well, I tried to avoid people. But if it came for them to talk to me, I would respond back in a friendly way.
My school was separated into some groups, the popular, the wannabes, and the ones who were sort of like the outcast but were also a bit popular. Then came my group of friends that weren't that popular but some of the girls wanted to be in the popular group and there were also some guys that really didn't mind being popular. That last group I admit had pretty nice guys, they were kind and didn't really care what the others thought of them, which I liked.
Anyhow, I sat alone at the table, and suddenly Marley got in
"hey beautiful, why are you so alone" she asked sitting next to me
"Because she is there" I pointed to the girl I didn't get along with
"Oh, Christina? Well, I think you should forget what she did to us" Marley said. I looked at Marley weirdly; I couldn't believe she just said that.
Let me tell you about Christina. She was like this big pain in the ass. She only cares about herself and thinks everything revolves around her little fucking world. She used to treat Marley and me as her dogs, screaming at us and making us feel bad about ourselves. I couldn't really say this about Marley but for me, she was the one who caused my depression to get worse Thanks to her I became the girl who started self-harming almost daily. I kind of stopped; though I have to admit I do it from time to time, not much."Are you kidding me?!" I whispered "you know what that b... I mean, that girl, did to us? She fucked our lives and well I kind of forgave her but I will never forget" I said a little pissed. Marley decided to leave the table and went to sit with the girls, leaving me alone.
Six periods passed counting the two recesses that we had. And finally, we were in our two final periods. English class, I would say it was my favorite subject but thanks to the new IB idea for my school, the whole thing changed. I sat on one of the tables next to Marley suddenly one of our friends came inside.
"Klaus!!!" Marley screamed and went running toward him, to give him a hug. Too much hugging for a day, I just waved hi at him
"hey Marley, Hey Bella," he said to us. He sat next to us, mostly talking to Marley. They started talking and I started doing classwork, as usual.
Maybe it wasn't going to be that bad or maybe it was going to be as bad as always.~<3:D:AB
(in the pic is Sam->)
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