Moments...
Hi...
I'm kind of sad. My friend just posted a video about my class last year at my old school and I cried. You must be thinking I cried because I missed them. Not really.
Actually, I never liked elementary school. I'm a loner. I don't have much friends. Well, not permanent. I can't make friends so easily. Even in kindergarten. In kindergarten I had a bestfriend but...she's just there when I'm happy. It sucks.
In elementary too. I had a bestfriend but she wasn't a true one. She always get mad at me even at the slightest thing. I dislike her, a lot.
But, someone special came in. In third year, a gal name, well, I'm not gonna tell her real name, so let's call her Anny. She got into my class. As I told you, I never had a true bestfriend, so every year the first day, I never know where to seat. So, if the teacher picks the seat, I'll be so so happy.
So, I sat beside Anny. She was a kind, nice, a great person. She became my bestfriend. She truly was. I was so happy. Then some of her friends became mine. There were four of us. Everything was great.
Then, one day. Anny moved. The three of us cried so bad, and the day she moved I was absent. It sucked so bad. I cried silent tears. She gave me a letter. I cried even more reading it. Everyone in class knew the three of us cried.
Starting then, it started to sucked again. The other two started to leave me. I was once again alone.
Then senior year came. I was a prefect. I liked it cuz every recess i don't need to have someone to hang out with. Cuz I never had anyone anyway. I had one friend, her name was Nani. She was great but still something was incomplete. She could never replace Anny. I felt so happy that I had Nani. I was truly. Trough out the year, I got less closer with Nani.
Now, when my class want to have a gathering, I don't really want to. I'm scared, I'm scared no one will be happy to see me. I'm scared that I'll have no one to sit with, no one to play with. I'm scared that's all. So, please don't misunderstand.
That's all... :'(

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