End of 8th Grade

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Zaydee's POV

     Finally. 8th grade school year was over and I was ready to move on from those losers. A new school, a new start. Honestly, ever since I got to middle school I had always known my school life would be like this. With social anxiety comforting me and awkwardness by my side, there was no way school could go well...especially with more responsibilities. But that was all over now, right? No, no, I still have high school. In fact of course it will be even worse than middle school.
     As I walk home all I could think about are the people who betrayed me. Once friends, now just some strangers with memories. Am I that bad? I don't even know what I ever did to deserve this loneliness. But it's alright...I'm well used to it, right? I mean come on, a whole 3 years sitting at a lunch table alone, watching my brother play at recess while I sit with my back against the fence. Okay sure, being alone is hell. School is hell. Everything that comes with school is hell.
     I would walk up to a table with some people eating lunch, thinking they would just be fine with it and ignore me. Nope, wrong. They've got up and left the table. I should just stop trying to make friends because it would be easier. Less people to worry about, only grades and gymnastics to focus on. I need to get used to it now, my whole life will be like this.
     I finally get home from a 3 mile walk, say hello to my mom, and immediately head to my den. My favorite place: my bed. I don't even have to be tired to live in between my covers. Plus, I don't have friends to worry about telling me to hang out with them. What does that even mean- hanging out? What the hell? Well, it's time to start this summer break.

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