Another Me

Lynda, the first reason

In everyone's life, there is this moment, when everything changes. We do not know why, or how, but it happens. And it did happen to me.

In school, I used to be a nobody, people knew my name, but they never knew my story. I did have some friends, or some people others might have considered a friend, but they just were not my type. It all started in my fourth year at high school. I met this amazing girl, she was a nice friend to me for a while. Her name was Kyra. Sadly, she had a greedy friend, her best friend, Lynda. Lynda was a loner, and a real one. She and Kyra were best friends in the first three years, but they chose different subjects, and were separated. They never stopped hanging out. Lynda had issues making new friends in her class, Kyra didn't. in the first week of school, one of my friends from the third year was gone for a day, so I was sitting alone in class. I asked Kyra if she wanted to join me, and she said yes. From that moment on, we were sitting together in almost every class, and every break. But once in a while, that annoying Lynda came, together with a friend she had made, Cassidy. Cassidy is a very annoying, fat girl who thinks the whole world is not good enough for her. She didn't have friends of course, until she and Lynda were alone and decided to sit next to each other.

I could understand why Lynda likes Kyra so much, Kyra is everything you want a person to be. She is a nice, social being. Not scared to be different, she likes it. And that's what I liked about her at first.

After a year, Lynda's parents decided to make a road trip through Australia, and she went away with them. I was happy, she would be gone for almost a year. I can understand that you wonder why I didn't like her, It was because she was greedy, and claiming Kyra a lot. There was no moment outside my classroom, I had the chance to talk to Kyra alone, because Lynda was always there. One day, we had two different school parties, Kyra's and my class, and Lynda's class. Lynda almost forced Kyra to come with her to her party, because she would be lonely. Every moment Lynda wanted to hang out with Kyra, she had to discuss it in a very odd way, like telling Kyra something bad was going on, to keep her away from me, and then ask Kyra if she wanted to hang out that weekend.

I told kyra many times what was happening, she just wouldn't listen to me, and to how annoyed I was because of this awful claiming girl.

Lynda was also spoiled as hell. She had her own car, a huge house, it was almost like a palace, and yet she decided to wear the most extraordinary clothes. A super fancy dress, with an old ripped jeans underneath it. Or a classy pantalon, with a grey, stained sweater. Not forget to mention that she once dyed her hair blue. She only made a mistake, so every time she had a shower, her hair got messed up. The paint in her hair got yellow, green, purple, brown, grey, just not the regular blue.

The last things are the reasons that she didn't have any friends, except for Kyra and Cassidy. Another reason was that she always got it her way. If we were to hang with some other people, the rest of us wanted to go to the cinema and she wanted to stay home, we would all stay home, because she forced us to stay home, or she blackmailed us by telling us she would say bad things to the teachers, because she was friends with some of them (yes, she really is that kind of girl) and the teachers did believe her. She once did this to Lindy, a quiet friend of mine, someone who is really into books. We had finished an economics test, and because the teacher found out they had the exact same answers, she ran to the teacher and told him Lindy had cheated, even though it was Lynda herself. No one ever knew what she did, but for me it wasn't hard to figure it out. Lindy was scared to cheat, and she was always a friend or mine, ever since the first year of high school, she would never cheat. That is the main reason I hate her.

I told Kyra what had happened with Lindy, but she wouldn't believe me, nowadays, she still doesn't. that was the first real crack in our friendship.