I Hate Middle School

Detention

What am I doing here? Why am I here? Oh yeah, that's right. I've been tardy three times. Yippee. I sat in the computer lab quietly and awkwardly in detention. I was alone, although there were a lot of kids here. Most were seventh graders and there were few eighth graders. There were no sixth graders. Hmph. What am I supposed to do anyway? I guess I'll just think. It's what I do best. 

Ally. Ally, why? "We just don't have much in common anymore..." Her words echoed in my head. Why would you say that when you don't hang out with me in the first place? The reason I'm with Alex is because most of her friends have left her, too. It's not us that's not in common, it's you and Alex. All me and Alex can talk about is anime and video games and what not. I'm sorry you're not into that stuff. But I'm being a nice friend and letting her hang with me, because I know she won't turn on me. 

Ally doesn't hang out with me anymore. She was the one person I thought I could trust. The person I tell all my secrets to (because Alex won't be able to take anything seriously anyway), but she just left me. It's mostly because Alex has been with me, and all we talk about is our anime shows and video games. But Ally and I talk about gossip and stuff... She's right, we don't have that much in common, but it's been like that since the beginning. That's how we became friends. Isn't that right?

Sometimes I feel like Annie and Alex are my only friends.

Sometimes, I want to cry. I want to cry really hard. And I want my friends to see. I want to cry really hard in front of my friends, so they see what my life is like. Caroline, Ally, Alex, Annie, and so many people who I feel have abandoned me.

I do cry. I cry in the bathroom late at night. But I do it really quietly, and with music on, so no one can hear me. And I want my friends to see that. I've cried sometimes for an entire hour. And I've tried to stop, but I just can't. 

Somebody snapped their fingers in front of my face. Realizing I was in a daze, I tugged on my sweater that read, "New Albany Track and Field" and began working again. Tears were building in my eyes just thinking. I hate myself for doing these things. I always think of these things. Seventh grade really did it to me. All my friends are leaving me. I wish I could just go back to camp. The other day, I was looking at pictures from the beginning of the school year when we were at Camp Nuhop. It was the greatest three days of my life. We were all together as family, working together to get things done. Everyone treated each other as friends, even if they actually weren't. I want to go back to camp. I really do.

You want to know why I watch "Japanese Cartoons" known as anime? It's because it's my escape from the horrible life I'm living now.