A Piece of Sweet Potato Tip

    Hi people! this story is based on my true experience. Enjoy!

     It was the first day of junior high school. I was terrified if I couldn't make any friends. And it happened simply because I was an awkward kid. Btw I hadn't realized it. I felt so lonely at that time because people had already get to know each other. I actually was in the same class with one of my best friends from elementary school, let's just call her Nadine. But apparently, she wasn't interested anymore to be my friend. She had already found new friends and easily forgot about me.

              

     Time flies, and it had been about three weeks since I became a student in junior high school. I sat on the floor outside my class at break time that day. Alone. Then I heard a girl singing a very familiar song called "I have a dream" by Westlife. I knew that girl, she was in the same class as me, let’s just call her Anne, but we didn't really talk, well until that day. I said to her that I know that song. Immediately we talked about a bunch of stuff together and let just said we became best friends. At least that’s what I thought. We basically were always together at school. I was very happy that I finally had a friend.

     One day, a teacher told us(students) to make a wall magazine, and they promise to display each magazine that we would make on the wall magazine board every week. I was so excited because I loved to do a crafting activity. Anne and I decided to team up, and I was so happy because I didn't have to worry about not having a friend to make it. Then, we made the magazine at her house. Apparently, she was very good at drawing. So I was the one who came up with the idea to create a magazine about weird things like weird animals, weird plants, etc, and she drew those things. Well, the result was amazing in my opinion, I was very happy and so did she.

     The next day we were really excited to bring our magazine to the class. Everyone had their own but ours was just different. It was pretty unique I thought. And I remember a girl named Stella came up to us and said that our magazine was just bad because it had no specific theme. I said to her that it was about weird things and she didn’t really listen to me and continue mocking our work. Stella was actually a very smart kid in the class but her attitude at that time did hurt me so much. Anne was a quiet girl so she didn't really say anything. Well, let just say Stella's magazine was good but very basic, but surprisingly, it was the first magazine that the teacher decided to display in the first week. I was a little shock but in my mind, I said “let’s just wait until ours is displaying”. Weeks by weeks Anne and I were waiting for our magazine to be displayed but until NOW(the present time when I’m literally writing this story until now you are reading this), our magazine was never displayed. I didn’t know what was wrong with ours or maybe they just lost it, we just never knew. 

     Then, a few weeks later, we were kind of forgot about our magazine and continued our life. One day, our art teacher said that we had to do a group project about panting. So class would be divided into 4 groups but the teacher had already picked the leader for each group(those who were actually amazing in drawing including Anne to avoid shitty painting result). Then the rule was each leader had to pick one person in the class to be in her/his group and the person who got picked would pick another person in the class and so on. I was so happy when I saw Anne’s name on the board because I didn’t have to worry about who will I work with. I knew Anne would pick me right away because we are best friends (right?), I even gave her code before she came in front of the class like "Anne, pick me, pick me okay?" but she just kind of smile and confused and didn't answer me. Then, it was Anne's turn to pick a person and it shocked me that she didn't pick me, she picked a person who was pretty good at drawing as well. And that person obviously didn’t pick me. So I ended up not in the same group as Anne. I was very upset with her and also sad but I didn't really say anything. I still became her friend because I didn't really have a choice.

     Well, my group wasn't the worst, I guess. We eventually finished our painting project and the result wasn't that bad until when we brought it to the class. Anne's group's painting was obviously the best in the class. And my group's was probably the worst. I was very disappointed with her because she was a selfish bitch who decided not to choose her best friend over a talented girl whom she barely talked to. But what could I say? I guess life is just never that fair.