Today, I realized, is only the 9th day of school. It felt like three months from all the essays I had to write and from tennis every day. Yesterday we played Oakcreast and beat them 5-0 (Varsity) and 7-0 (JV). I think I started getting sick from yesterday, but it might have been stress from before. I have a sore throat right now and my head hurts, I have chills, etc. Watch me wake up at 5 AM to throw up again DX But the thing is, I do not WANT to be sick. We have a big match versus Ocean City tomorrow, and I really, really, REALLY want to play. Of course, I won't play if I'm sick (whats the point of that? I want the team to SUCCEED) But I'm going to try and pull it through school, etc.
Now for the sad part. I had two super old friends: A and B. By old, I mean we went WAY back, like Kindergarden. I had been close to A since Kindergarden, and B and I were bffs in first. B and I sort of seperated by second grade, but came back together during the rest of elementary and middle school, and we were close friends again, especially in 6th and 7th. Friend A and I stayed best friends til 5th grade, then we started to seperate.
It used to never bother me. I made a group of super close crazy/weird/nerdy best friends. They made their own best friends. But, since I had no one to talk to in my high school classes, and seeing as they are IN these classes, it has started to hurt again. I think about friend B and how she used to be a total tomboy, never listening to what anyone says and walking to the beat of her own drum. Then, she became friends with the 'goodie goodies' of my grade and suddenly: everything changed. Instead of being unique, I thought she became another one of them. Like a clone. I mean, they dress the same, wear their hair the same, and even PLAY THE SAME SPORT! I even knew friend B hated the sport because she told me. And what tops it off, friend B wont even look me in the eye anymore, talk to me, or anything. I even sat at her lunch table recently, and she didn't say anything to me. It doesn't even look like we used to be best friends.
Friend A is a different story. She is in my (least) favorite class, Tolerance, and she does talk to me...sometimes. But I remember when we used to be best friends, the days when we would pretend to be sisters in Antartica and have to build a snow fort to survive, the days where we used to play with Barbies in her basement, the crazy sleepovers. In fact, A and I were the perfect example of best friends. We did everything together. In Hebrew school we were inseperable. Then, another girl named Amber entered the picture. And did a girl name Sam. Then, friend A turned her attention from figure skating to cheerleading. And she left me in the dust, while she gained new friends. I did try to prevent it though. I talked to her about it, how I was jealous on how the other Amber got more attention than I did. I was used to being number one in her life, and I know that sounds weird. But, I was ten, and I had the dream that friend A and I would be one of those friends for life type of friends. But my dreams were shattered. The friendship stopped working. We fell apart. Different circles. And, it took me awhile, but I got over it. Until this year, when I saw her again. I thought we were going to be friends again when she and I started walking to math together...she would wait at my locker and I would show her the way to math. But then I realized...she was using me. I should have known from the moment she saw another one of her 'group' and run over to her, ignoring me. I should have known that yesterday she would stop waiting at my locker. And guess what? It hurt. It really did. And I realized today just HOW much she changed: In tolerance, we were asked what our biggest values were. We had to pick out 10 from a list, then narrow our number down to 5. I picked: Responsibilty, Intergrity, Helpfulness, Friendship, and the last one I just can't remember. Anyway, Friend A picked: wealth, fame, power, reconigtion, and family happiness (at the last one). It was when I read her list that I realized she changed so much. So much that we couldn't be friends anymore.
But I'm meeting new ones. And I have my old ones. And I know the fates don't hate me as much as I think they do because today, while I was in one of my no-one-likes-me-I-am-so-lonely-and-pathetic-I-think-I-will-cry moods, a girl I was talking to, and actually like, from a week ago walked into my History class, saying she was sick (she was out for a week!) and she had went to the wrong classroom before. And she even remembered me! Knew my name! I could have sworn the fates were smiling at me.
I sound nerdy,
EH
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