My name is Alice, should I begin like David Copperfeild?
K-7th grade
I was born in a small town hotel in the same town I live in now. From kindergarden to second grade i was a prep (eeeeewwww I know). And during that time I believed everything my bestfriend said was true. If she liked the Spice Girls I liked the Spice Girls, if she liked Brittnay Spears I like Brittnay Spears. (regretfully my first favorite singer, but I grew out of it.)
I don't remember much of my circle of friends in third and forth grade. But in the beginning of the fifth grade I made three friends. And together we planned a birthday for our retiring teacher, the day before Halloween. We were almost inceperable since. A little bit in the sixth grade my best best best friend moved away, then my best friend started hanging out with us less, and my best best friend moved away over that summer.
Between sixth and seventh grade I started writing the day before my sixteen-year-old cousin died in a car accident. The rest of the summer was crap.
At the beginning of the seventh grade I was sitting alone in the cafeteria compleatly desolate without my friends when Bella (writer_chick_13) came and started talking to me. We were fast friends. Over the next year we fought a bit, and I admit it was probably mostly because of me. She was me perfected.
She's a little bit taller, a lot skinnier, smarter, a faster and better writer, and guys anything like us fall over themselves for her. I used to get so upset if she showed off in the least, but I grew out of that.
Eighth grade-
This year I admit was probably the best and the worst. Me and Bella fought quite a bit more, but were realitivly quickly over. The longest was probably the best.
I had done the most horrible thing I could do to myself, I sat down and thought about my life. I didn't like what it looked like, I was the object of everything my friends stood for. I felt like something fake. For a few months I plotted telling Bella that I didn't want to be her friend anymore, but everyday I chickened out.
Then during a really stupid fight I decided that I had had enough. I told her that I didn't want to be her friend anymore and wanted her to leave me alone. Those of you who've met her will know that she's way to stubborn to do this. I even tried cussing her out when she was trying to get through to me on yahoo, still she didn't leave me alone.
Long story short we're friends again.
Friends-
I don't have very many friends, the drawback to being outspoken and unpopular. But having fewer friends means having fewer friend fudes, and side choosing. All my friends get along for the most part, we're like a clique. But if someone wanted to join our clique we would let them, after making them do some stupid stuff just to get a laugh.
Once I thought I had one more friend than I do. Isick a guy in my grade who I used to have a crush on. Everyday after band class I'd go and talk to him, but it was a one sided conversation. When he did talk he'd repeate "thats an interesting concept" over and over.
Finally I found that he didn't like me at all, not even as a friend. He thought I was annoying. I instantly stopped talking to him, I didn't want to waste anyone's time by denying something that was truly true. But I have imagined going up and starting a conversation with him about it.
Then there's Dan, he's probably the only friend that I'll keep forever. He's got a house in my heart, but he's also got problems. I think the thing about us is that he never tells me about his problems, and he never lets it get him down either. He's always goofy reliable Dan. He's like my bigish brother.
Ok i've bored you enough the time has come to close it up. I live by the motto, "carpe diem". I do what I want, I am what I am. Try to change me and you'll pull your hair out. Trust me i've seen it.
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