Story of My Life

Jamie

Lets start out like this. I can't freaking stand this girl. At. All. Sure she's pretty and everything, but she won't stop talking about how she's fat and ugly. Like, no. Beech shut up. You're gorgeous.

Ok, well, I met Jamie in seventh grade and befriended her because she was the new kid. She was really nice and we got along pretty good. I remember once in computer class I tripped over a mouse cord and we could not stop laughing. Ad then legit twenty seconds later I tripped on a chair. It was so hilarious.

We hung out a bunch in the summer and rode our bikes around town.

Eighth grade is when things started to go bad. She began to be rude and overly obnoxious about how she was "fat" or "ugly". She still does it to this day. This was the year that we fought quite a bit and argued about dumb stuff. I was getting sick of her.

We hung out that summer too once in a while. Not as much as we did before but we got together sometimes.

Freshman year. I wanted to kill her. I don't remember what exactly happened, but she was being the absolute worst friend ever and back stabbed me a lot. And that was just in the first month. Finally, I got sick of it. In Physics, I went up to her and told her that we were done. That I was sick of her crap and how badly she was treating me. I was so pissed. Jamie looked like she was ready to slap me or rip my hair out or something. But class started so she just gave me a death glare and walked away.

Later in the year, I walked into school and turned into our locker hallway. My friends saw me turn the corner and ran over and tried to prepare me for what I was about to see. They said "Try not to get too mad when you see this. Don't hurt anyone." I was confused. I had no idea what they were talking about. But I kept walking and came to my locker. And do you know what I saw?

There was lipgloss. Fudging lip. Gloss. All over my locker. A whole tube. We have full height lockers, not those stupid little half ones. Ad my locker was completely painted from top to bottom and all over the combination dial. I spent the better part of my morning before the bell trying to wash it off. But it's lip gloss. It doesn't come off and if it does there are still smudge marks left behind that are sticky and gross.

I told my principle and he said he would check the cameras. He saw nothing. But I knew. I knew that it was Jamie. I'm not stupid. And neither is everybody else. They knew that we had fought and didn't get along any more. Some girls said they saw it happen. Another girl told me she was there with Jamie as she did it.

Jamie's excuse was that I had "knocked the lip gloss out of her hand and it fell on the ground and got dirty." Uh, no. I had nothing to do with that.

We spent the entire year avoiding each other or picking fights with each other. Finally, she confessed, via Facebook, that she put the substance on my locker. And then later in the year, she apologized. I told her thank you for apologizing and that I forgave her, but I would never be her friend again.

She then started to be friends with Sammie. My friends and I warned her about Jamie. That she was a backstabber and a bad friend. She didn't believe us and as she became closer to Jamie, she got meaner. We worried for her but she didn't care, and drifted away.

Sophomore year - we are civil but I still cannot stand her.

Senior year - we have both grown so much as people and have matured a lot. This girl has grown on me again and while I wouldn't call her my friend, I'd say she's very kind and so very beautiful. Her heart is in the right place but her friends sometimes away her the wrong way and I think that that happens to all of us at some moments in our lives. I'm glad k gave her another chance because has turned her life into something meaningful and wonderful.