Days passed. A month passed. I became friends with a person called Luke Rhodes. He was such a sweet person and we instantly became friends. We became real good friends after that.
Real good friends turned out to us becoming best friends.
He told me about his background while I did. I also told him that I was in love with a guy since eighth grade and how my feelings were never reciprocated.
He also told me that he's gonna be there for me, no matter what happens. And that's when I felt real happiness. I felt good.
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Tuesday. 9:45 pm
Oh my god! I met another new person today. Calvin Brown. He was an awesome person though.
We both had come pretty early to class. He smiled at me first. I smiled in return. He was a few centimeters taller than me, wore glasses and had a lanky physique. We spoke for a while till our classmates filled in. And you know what? I had made some good friends in the week. They were all so good! And the first girl I met was Ava. She was sweet as well. I wasn't sitting in the first bench anymore. I shifted to the last bench today with my new friends, just the way I like it. I was never the first bench nerd. But I was surely the back bencher who played pranks and loved to make noise. Ah! Good times....
I was just closing my dairy and arranging my books for the next day when my mother called me.
"Carmen! Dinner! Now!"
"Viniendo, mama!(Coming, Mom!)" I yelled back and rushed out of my room.
As I made my way downstairs, I spotted my father sitting on the couch.
He was a very busy man. He barely came home for dinner.
"Hey dad! You're early today!" I chimed.
"Hey Honeybunch! I'm flying to New York tomorrow. So I had to pack."
"Oh cool! When are you coming back?"
"After two weeks, querido(Darling)." My mom replied.
We all sat at the dining table and chatted away.
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Luke: yo! I'm bored. (11:57 pm)
Carmen: be bored😜
Luke: ya right!😒😒
Carmen: I'm sleepy dude!
Luke: when aren't you sleepy?!😒
Carmen: do u need an award for stating the obvious?
Luke: why, yes, thank you!😎😎
Luke was one and the only person to text me without even checking the time. What an idiot.
For a sleepaholic like me, it got to my last nerve.
Carmen: bye Luke. I value my sleep unlike u. So gn!
Luke: 😂😂 go sleep! Gn!
Finally I got rid of this guy...I thought and drifted off to sleep.
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"Calvin Brown!" The teacher called. Yeah, it was time for the roll call.
"Present ma'am!" He yelled. The teacher glared at him for yelling but she still proceeded. I chuckled.
"Carmen Rey!"
"Present ma'am!" I said, in my normal tone.
The day proceeded. I was on my way to the locker when I bumped into my best friend, Holly Rogers.
"Oh, hey Holly! What's up?!" I asked.
"Hey Carmen! Nothing much. Got new friends huh?" She asked me, in a tone which she never used with me. A tone of disgust and sarcasm.
"Not really. I miss you, though. Wish you were in my class." I said, trying to act unaffected by her tone.
This wasn't the first time she used this tone. Ever since we were separated into different classes, she had started changing. In a way which I couldn't even think she would change.
"Really? I'm sure you'll get better friends, Carmen." She said, not realising the drift happening between us.
I was hurt. I stood there, in the middle of the hallway, my feet glued to the ground, watching her turn her back and leave.
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Saturday. 1:30 pm
Everyone misunderstands me. They make it look like my style of speech and connectivity is wrong. Holly. She mocks me for everything I do. Everything I speak, she finds a mistake. I honestly don't know what to talk or how to behave with them: my old classmates.
I think like hundred times before I speak a sentence. Yet, they find mistakes in me. Always. Especially since twelfth grade started.
I know that people change. Things change. Everything changes. I have changed. But, has my change hurt people? I really don't know. I don't know why I'm letting these things get to me so easily. I was never like this before. I was strong. I never used to have this thing called "soft spot". Or get hurt easily. I was a tough girl. I loved the old me. I don't know why I'm changing like this! God! I want the old me back! Like seriously.
The old me was so awesome. But the new me....I am not able to tell that my change is a good thing or a bad thing. I wanted to leave the old me who was legit rough, strong and who didn't give two shits about what people say. When I transferred sections during the first few months, I did change. I was positive. I became lively. But some things kept coming back. My past. No. More like the memories which consumed me. Which haunts me. I was better off then, than now.
I wrote and sighed a breath of disappointment.
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