Freshman

Mackenzie

Mackenzie

    So, Mike Baxter returned to Hadley a few weeks ago. Who would want to come back to Hadley? I feel bad for him.

   Apparently he’s not “allowed” back at school until he gets professional help or something. I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon, though.

   Also, Alex came back. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as happy to see him as I thought I’d be. Sure, I said hi to him and stuff, but there were no butterflies like before. Maybe the feelings just went away since he was gone.

   It must finally be time for me to get over him, considering I’ve liked him for almost two and a half years. That’s a long time for a kid like me, if you think about it.

   On the other hand, Courtney finally decided to text me. She didn’t really talk to me at school, which I found funny. Did I do something wrong? Because Emma has been avoiding me too.

   I think they’re hiding something.

   I think they really just realized that we don’t have much in common anymore.

   In eighth grade, we all shopped at the same stores, listened to the same music, and lived pretty similar lives. We still do those things, just not together. Dumb old Mackenzie. People really don’t like to hang out with me. You pretty much get used to it, though.

   I really miss them. Now who do I tell everything to? Its pretty hard not just run up to them and tell them everything that’s happened. I almost did, but then I remembered that we aren’t really friends.

   When I asked Megan why they were avoiding me, she said she didn’t know, but she’d ask. I told her not to tell them I made her ask, and she agreed.

   That was why I liked Megan the best. She wasn’t a crazy girl, more like a laid-back tomboy. When it came to school work, Megan was all work before play. I admired that. She didn’t care what anyone said, and everybody liked her. Nobody started drama with her, because she could probably beat them up.

   Megan wasn’t violent, but very athletic. She could outrun half the boys at HHS. And I trusted her.

   ~

   Megan texted me yesterday, and she told me some pretty interesting things.

   She said the girls just didn’t feel “connected” to me, or something. They didn’t want to become too good friends with me, because something always goes wrong. They just didn’t want to hurt anyone.

   I hope they know, they’re not hurting anyone but themselves. I can find new friends. Maybe not as understanding as them, but I can.

   High school changes even your best friends.