I Call It Karma

I Call It Karma

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Maybe It's just Karma, for judging someone I didn't know at the time. True, I didn't really know him, but maybe it was just the things I've heard, or probably what I had assumed... And what do I get for that? I remember my Teacher assigning us seats, "Class I will be picking who you sit with", she paused and then said "We will have Zach and Amanda in the back, Nichole and Tyler in the middle, Nick and Crystal In the front row" She went on and told the rest of the class where they'd sit. Of course, that's how it was in every class, I remember Zach telling me we were always paired together. I call It Karma, because well, after a time of being stuck with someone. You kind of get to know them better,or in my case I can't say I hated him anymore. After months, feelings slowly change.. Things can happen, you can even begin to like that person; but more than you thought you would. That's how this story started; And I'm going to share it with you.
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Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different. Other children didn't like hanging out with me. I was silently bullied, and even the teachers seemed to hate me. And honestly? I was ugly. I really was... different. The way I talked, the way I walked-people even said my walk was horrifying (don't ask). The way I did things, the things I found interesting... they all set me apart. Then I entered high school. Suddenly, I became popular. I was beautiful, with a figure people envied. I had tons of friends-three-quarters of whom I still don't know by name. I had the perfect best friend. Teachers adored me. I was even the school's valedictorian. Sure, people still called me weird, but I ruled. Until everything came crashing down... all in one day. --- The day I didn't talk to my best friend. Just one day. Only, I didn't know we wouldn't speak again for days, then months... then years.

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