Everyone has this idea of who I am. People avoid me and hate me because of this stereo type they view me as. The funny thing is I am almost the complete opposite of what they think I am. I don't know why I deserve this but someone believes I do. If I start at the beginning when I finally was being noticed I might be able to understand.
The start of middle school was one of the hardest times of my life. I was so alone, no one cared and no one noticed the fragile little girl hiding in the back of the class wanting someone to care. At some point I decided I need to try and make the best of the situation. All of my best friends from elementary went someone where different and forgot about me, but I had a new fire in my eyes. I was going to try and climb the social ladder and make people notice. There I was 12 year old Ali Greenwood, trying to be the prettiest, smartest, and most known girl in my grade.
The frist step was actually making a friend, I picked a girl I knew from elementary school, Brooklyn Masterson. She was a bright, popular and crazy girl who I became attached at the hip to after 24 hours. She was the one who really caused most of the change telling me my clothes were all wrong, my makeup was bad, some of my personality and general looks needed to be changed. Even if she could be the meanist person in the world she was still a good friend. We really got close on a bus ride up to a spot we were hiking as a part of orientation. During this trip she got me to get over my fears and made me start talking to my crush, Aaron Rose. He was one of the cutest guys in our grade and Brooklyn had a liking for him to. In some aspects it became a race to see who could get him first. Aaron and I became fast friends but Brooklyn was just more his type or something.
Every Wednesday I would attend a church youth group, there I meet Jessica Ridge. She also attended my school and became part of our group. Together we all thought we were the best people in the world and nothing could change that. We practically became perfect molds of each other. I lost my true self, threw away all of my favorite books and things because Brooklyn would disapprove of them. I went from ugly nerdy girl who no one noticed to a pretty mold of Brooklyn and Jessica.
Jessica and Brooklyn added another girl to our group, Samantha George. She was the one Jessica ditched for us but wanted back. Sam and I started to stop taking crap from the other two and taking back control. Brooklyn had me on a tight leash though, whenever I'd be with Aaron she would tell me afterwards he wouldnt give me a second thought if I left. Sam was sick of the crap they were putting us through but still stayed. Brooklyn and Jessica decided I wasnt going to be a part of their group anymore.
They enforced this at prom which 7th graders were aloud to go to. Brooklyn was actually a decent friend deep down inside and talked me into going to prom. I was dressed up in a gorgeous blue dress that brought out my blue eyes and figure. My dark curly hair was pinned back perfectly and showed off the contrast of the dark hair to my pale white skin. I felt beautiful for the first time in forever. When I arrived I meet up with them and Aaron then toke pictures and went to dance. It was fun for about the first ten minutes before Jessica told me I needed to go to a table and sit there. I felt terrible, Aaron came up and let me cry on his shoulder as he wasnt one for dancing and actually cared about me. This of course made Brooklyn furious. They then proceeded to say terrible things when Aaron left until the point I wanted to die.
That was how 7th grade was, I hated myself because I had lost myself. I would hurt myself and then would go to school the next day bright and happy well faking it the whole time. I was worse off at the end of the year than I was in the beginning.
