My Life in High School...

Sophmore year part 2

I sulked, everywhere I went. I was sad. I missed him. I felt like nothing could make me feel better. Nothing. Until one day a new kid came into my first period. I thought he was cute but I ignored him because I was still sad about Curtis and I just well didn't want to talk to him. I went to my next class and he was there too. Once again I ignored him. And after lunch he was in my next class. I swear I felt like he was following me. But I knew he wasn't he just happened to have classes with me.  Well that Wednesday same thing. But my second class he walked up to me. "You like anime right?" He asked. "Ummm of course I do..." I answered. Well we began to talk and we clicked immediately. His name was Joseph but he said to call him Jojo. Anyway I got him to join anime club!! Yay!! More people. My group now consisted of Ricardo, Bradley, Cyvanna, Olivia, Juan, and Jojo. Well I still began joining clubs. Ricardo convinced me to join the Drama club. Which became one of my favorite places to be. I made more friends there. Soon Curtis apologized and we got back together which everyone said was a mistake but I wouldn't listen. He soon became jealous of Jojo and still Ricardo and Bradley. But I still refused to give up my friends. So he said whatever and I guess forgot about it. And I thought yay all our problems are solved. Not. The TSA Competition came around the corner and that required TSA to stay at a hotel. I was very excited. I had packed my bags and was ready to go. Well right before we left my dad called and said that I was no longer allowed to go. Well a little back story on my father, he is ridiculously strict. He thinks he controls everything. He's never wrong and that he is god. End of story. Well I was obviously upset I had been looking forward to and been working on this for months. What did I do to mess it up? Nothing. Literally nothing. So I was angry and when I'm angry I just happen to cry. And I was still at school.... I hid I didn't want anyone to see me. I would see friends pass me by ignoring me. Until one person saw me and walked up to me.  The last person I thought would comfort me did. Ricardo.