Fantastic Life Of Me

Chapter Two: Friends Forever?

Sometimes you have to fake it until you make it. Sometimes that means to smile through the pain, no matter how hard it hurts. Even when the pain gets too much, God forbid that you cry because that'll make you look weak. Then they'll just continue because you look so pathetic it's hilarious.

Going into high school I thought that everything was going to change. I went into a completely different high school than that of my graduating class to avoid all the people who made my pain too much. Well my naïve little ass is sure biting me back now isnt it? But before I continue with my present high school life, let's take it back a few years.

People who you thought were your friends but then turn around to stick a knife into your back hurts. To not know what to do about the knife is even worse because you can't breathe, you can only stay still and suffer, but you still have to put a smile on your face cause you don't want help, you believe you don't need it. Well this happened to me of all people. And that knife-sticking bitch's name is Amber

Amber was the first friend that I had ever had in elementary school. We always had the same class together, so it seems right that we would just become friends. The first couple of years was great. We did almost everything together. Every assignment was done to perfection. Then all of a sudden, I think it was around Christmas break of our grade seven year, she just changed. She started hanging out with the more popular crowd. Our hang outs became less frequent, and I found that I was begging her to help me out with the group assignments.

After about a month of this going on, I decided to confront her.

"Amber, we need to talk," I started.

"Talk about what? Ohh wait! Is it the fact that your a pathetic bitch with a low life and you're just realizing this now? Jeez Amelia I thought you were smarter than that," she snapped. I was devastated. Here I was, with my best friend of nearly eight years and she was throwing it away like it was nothing.

"Well, I guess we're on the same page then" I said quietly.

"Yeah we are Amelia. See I don't have time for losers like you," I was almost in tears. She saw this too.

"Awe, look at little Amelia crying like a two year old," she said with a smirk. I bursted into tears and ran away. Away from her, away from our past that we had. From that day on, I ate lunch alone, did group assignments myself, and always went straight home on friday night. Never saying a word to anyone.

I know that what she said shouldn't be a big deal. I've been called worse. I believe it hurt only because I held her close to my heart. She was the only friend that mattered. Little grade seven me still thought the world was good. Well wasn't that naïve of me? The world often takes what is good and destroys it. And I know that now. The world took eight years to destroy her after all. I remember thinking back in grade seven that maybe she would still "convert" back into the old Amber that I knew. That maybe she was just playing around with me. Now I realize, that'll never happen. On that day I realized that people change for better or worse.

No matter how much you like it.