Well you're probably thinking by now, oh boo hoo the poor kids got herself in a tizzy over some guy. Well yes in a way I suppose you are Infact, entirely correct. But if you're reading this, and you're grown up and "wise beyond my years" let me give you some advice.
Put the book down.
Put the book down because if your old and wise you'll remember a time like this for your young self and you'll smile and maybe giggle at how foolish it all seems. But it wasn't at the time. It felt like your world was crumbling before your eyes. It felt like every bite of food you were knawing into your own stomach. It felt like the end of the world as you knew it so if you're old and wise I strongly advise you to put the book down.
Now, on the other hand, if you're young and stupid do read on.
Well now, young and stupid person that is still reading this, I suppose you're thinking, oh this poor girl when is she about to get a break! Well not this year. No not sixth grade, that year would leave me floundering confusedly trying to find myself, and someone I could find myself with. That summer was dull, nothing to really speak of with pride but 7th grade! Well if 7th grade isn't something to speak of then I don't know what I'm doing writing this book. 7th grade, that was a good one. Now if you'd like to think of me, the little character in your head as some big failure at life, once again I tell you to put the book down but if you want to see me prosper, I suggest you read on.
Where do I begin. The first trimester of 7th grade was one of the best I've ever had. The boys were swooning for every girl they could get their hands on, playing around harmlessly, not meaning any bad. They could make you feel pretty special those boys. My best friend, me and her were inseparable we had every class together and we owned the school. We were POPULAR. Or we thought we were. Anyway back on track. The boys. Gosh well right around the end of the first trimester things took a turn for the worse.
We always thought that the boys were flirting, playing around they didn't mean us any harm! And I suppose looking back that they probably were, didn't. But right around then we had an assembly about sexual harassment. We went in there not knowing what we'd take from it, but boy was it a heap load. So it turns out the boys were not Infact playing around that they were harassing us. Didn't matter to us they were still our best friends, but it mattered to the police. Pretty soon we were writing bullying reports and suspensions were being handed out like candy. I lost so many good friends that trimester, I don't even want to count.
The boys were mortified, that their own friends would turn them in for something they didn't know they were doing. We didn't even know they were doing it! All of us girls, the 'victims', we sort of banded together to form a group of 'tortured souls' as the guidance counseler called us. We were distraught.
Life: 3 Holly:0
