SECOND STRING

SECOND STRING- younger years

SECOND STRING- younger years

BEAUTIFUL, gorgeous and a total bitch. If only I had figured this out years prior.

Melinda Baynes and I had met back in the sand box days, oh so long ago. Even back then, she was gorgeous. With her dark ringlets and shiny blue eyes, she was like a cherised, porcelain beauty, but compared to her, I felt as pretty as a troll doll. "Every little girl deserves to be told they're pretty, even if they're not." When around Melinda, I was "kind", "sweet", or a "cutie", but never pretty. It wasn't just like this for just baby years, but all through the fourteen years of our friendship. But I wasn't jealous, I never was, I just let every little thing slide by, well until freshman year in highschool, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Back in grade one when boys started liking girls, and girls started liking boys, Melinda was always a favourite. I especially, but most of the other little girls too, where always ignored when Melinda was around. But I never let it bother me, Melinda was a good friend to me, and I was a good friend back, or so I thought.

On feburary fourteenth, of our grade three year, Melinda was adored even more than usual. She recieved chocolates, candy hearts, and lacey valentines from all of the boys. I recieved a few from my girlfriends, including a Barbie princess one from Melinda, but one valentine that just so happened to sneak onto my desk was one that stood out most of all. It was the most magnificent cards I had ever seen, even yet to this day. It was large, red, white, lacey and covered in rose petals and glitter. A "BE MY VALENTINE", was scribbled on the inside of the card. I was awestruck when later I found out that the card from no other than, Demetry Rylander, the most popular boy in the class.

Melinda acted suportive when my friendship with Demetry grew. Yet somehow, deep down inside I knew she was infuriated. After crushing on each other for years, Demetry gave me my first peck on the mouth at the grade four class Christmas party. After I told Melinda, she became angered at me and refused to talk to me. After three or four days, she spontaneously began to talk to me again, I naively, without explanation, just let it slide.

The day we came back from Christmas holidays I caught Demetry and Melinda kissing behind the oak tree in the playground. Tearfully I held my shattered heart and hid behind the school until the recess bell rang.

During class, Melinda slipped me a note apologising and saying Demetry had forced her to do it. Seeming she was my bestfriend I naively and foolishly let it slide, once again.

Through the remainder of my elementary years I was never looked at twice again. Though in the last year, grade eight, I obtained more friends, all boys. Melinda was my only female friend, because most girls didn't like me. I was nice to everyone, but if an insult was thrown my way I'd throw it back, harder. With my more rough ways, sense of humour, love of cars and football I was easily befriended my many of the boys at school, which again most girls didn't like. I wasn't a tomboy, I just wasn't into shoes, other than sneakers, and chick flicks as much.

During the summer going into highschool I had obtained, hips and curves of my own and had a body that almost rivaled Melinda's.

As boys gave me more and more attention, Melinda got madder and madder. Over the summer I had turned into a real beauty and boys began to give me attention. And Melinda, or "Melii" had turned into (even more!) a downright, bitchy slut.