Cold Beyond Recognition

Three years ago, I cut ties with every single person who claimed to be a friend. You could say I was a little rich girl who got her way all the time, but that's not true.

I grew up in a strict home, where authority and respect to elders was mandatory. Unusual for a child, yes, but that was how it was. But eventually, children all around began taking advantage of my ignorance. Because I was naive, I did everything everyone asked of me.

By that time, I no longer knew the difference between the younger generation and the older.

I didn't know of conversation since no one bothered to talk to me unless they wanted something, and not even my own mother or father had time to get to know me. Yes, I was loved, but no one actually cared enough to get to know me.

Now I'm in my third year of high school. They know who I am, the rich girl who moved away in eighth grade. But now that I'm back, I'm colder beyond recognition.