It was summer, before my first year of middle school at SunnySide. I still didn't have any friends so, i thought that their should be a change in how i approach people. Besides new people always come when in the 6th-7th-8th grade. Mostly 6th. So i planned the first two months how to greet new people, and act more mature i guess. I was no longer eleven i was a pre-teen...i was twelve. So thinking about whether i should make a Facebook or Twitter, i found out about instagram. It was a new social media that was made in October of 2010 (like really you can look it up). So, i thought fuck it Y.O.L.O. My username was called Reygan_swag_music_style. i know it's long as hell but i was twelve, and had no social experience except with Smiling and Waving. My first picture was a picture of me putting up the 5th grade deuces, but what is now transformed into a well-know and attractive way to get likes in 2013-now. No likes. Of course. I knew absolutely nobody and on top of that it was summer. So i searched up some names i remember from kinder garden and over. I found 28+ classmates who i remembered having more friends then i ever will have at the time. I clicked the follow button and resumed with my life also following celebrities like Beyonce, Nicki Minaj, and Drake. When i got my first follower, i remember me crying of joy because i actually thought someone wanted to be my friend. And although it did not seem that way people started commenting on my pictures which boost-in up my confidence. And when i got lost in instagram i found him. It was my neighbor i never spoke to, but the boy everyone respected. xxskateboixx. It was Damen. Damen...Damen. I requested a follow, and he gave one back. And me and my generation ruled instagram. I got the hang of things when i realized that posting deuces and pictures of your dog wasn't going to cut it. So i went further in my instagram. I posted duck faces, and tom boy pictures of me and my motorcycle to make myself noticed. And i was. "I had friends", i thought.
"Friends...
As i grew, to 200+ followers i felt famous. Not Beyonce famous but, more well-known than i was at the beginning of the summer. More well known that i've progressed in my pictures much more than my first. I've actually progressed so much that Damen had given me a to be honest, saying he see's me around, the usual to be honest business except, he meant it. He also meant the "Kik Me" part. I remember making a kik just so i can talk to him. He seemed special. He seemed determined and not scared of change by how i saw him when he moved next door, and when he left 5th grade. It was a bit cute. But saying he was cute might seem as still a violation to my cootie code for boys, but i was "practically" a teenager. I also watched Mean Girls so much i could just fit right in the movie. So boys? Boys had no cooties. When i gave Damen my Kik, he texted me a simple "Hi", and we took off from there. We got to know each other, and for not usually talking to people, it seemed like i was a different person to Damen. We laughed on Kik, we had our sad moments in Kik, and we cherished every moment in summer----Together.
