Short Stories

It's Okay

When I was a little girl, my life was surrounded by smiles. But as I grew, those smiles started to fade. I remember when I was in kindergarten, I was such a good noodle. Always being on my best behavior, doing all my work; yet, I always got in trouble.
I was sitting down on the table finishing some work the teacher had given us when suddenly, one of my flats had been snatched from my foot! I began running after James, "give it back!" I said. He kept running and laughing. Not even a minute passed and I slipped and fell, hard. I could feel my eyes start to tear up, but I wasn't going to give in. He then just threw the shoe at me and sat back down. The teacher walked towards me and said, "this is why you shouldn't be messing around."
I am a nice person, but sometimes I wish I wasn't. A few days later passed, a boy's underwear was showing so me being the nice one and a little kid I said, "hey your underwear is showing." But then James said to the teacher, "Miss, Minna is telling me stuff!" Of course I got in trouble, and she called my mom; I stood there looking down while my mom was getting after me. I couldn't stand it, I didn't really have any friends, I just knew some people. A few years passed and I was in 5th grade. I had made a few friends during the last few years, but then they suddenly stopped talking to me. I guess because I never start the conversation.
Middle school finally came, I was really nervous. I looked around and everyone was a stranger, until I walked to a class and saw a friend of mine from 5th grade, Wendy. I wanted to give her a hug because I haven't seen her in a while and I was glad I at least had her in the class. But when Wendy saw me going towards her she made a frown, I slowed down as soon as I saw that. What happened? I asked myself. When I approached her she put on a smile, I didn't understand, no one was behind me, I decided to pretend I didn't see her frown. 6th grade was a tough time for me, one day in Spanish class I had to present a project and the teacher literaly said this, "hey girl who sits by herself all the time, go present your project." That killed me, why would he do that? But I was glad nobody laughed or anything, but they did feel bad. There was another time I was lonely in another class yet again, and Cathy once threw a magazine at me and her little group laughed.
Days passed, and a miracle happened, a light opening from the darkness, in Spanish class a girl, Ashley, came and sat with me. It was awkward at first but then we began to talk, then realized we had classes together. She led me to more friends, it was nice, and 7th grade was the best. Until 8th grade, the friends I used to have (not all but some) stopped talking to me, and other's were moving. I had to spend the last day of school by myself, but it's okay, I'm used to being alone anyways. I was glad that Ashley was still by my side; she wasn't there then but I know she wished she was. She's my best friend after all. At first I had my doubts and worries, when we started referring each other as best friends back in 6th grade because I had a bad experience with the term 'best friend.'
Back in 4th grade I was with a group of kids in my class who said we were "best friends." It was actually a pretty good friendship till they all moved to different schools. One girl, Ally, was still in my school, but we didn't talk much, at all really. In 5th grade there was a few new kids, and I guess I was friends with everyone in the class and I stopped caring about being a good noodle. I met a particular girl though, Liz, she talked to me a few times, then said she was my "best friend." I obviously doubted it, but I was desperate, so I agreed. She did hang out more with Lanie, I was more of a third wheel. Then I didn't see her at all anymore so I asked Wendy what happened, "she moved schools." Not even a goodbye or a notice, I completely put her on my fake friend list.
But as time went on in middle school my worries about Ashley were gone and I knew now that she is a real best friend.
I had knew a few acquaintances, but I didn't really talk to them. Friends in the pass were gone, others were fading, but I was still okay. I feel bad for people who want to be my friend, I'm odd, and fun sometimes, but I don't really talk. I'm mostly awkward all the time, and of course all my friends came to me. I don't mean that in a harsh selfish way, rather in a I'm surprised I have any friends at all way. High school came, the beginning of 9th grade. I was really nervous, and I got lost.
From there on then, things were a bit uneven, but they were mostly fun. Then, came 10th grade. It was great in the beginning then a friend of mine made a mistake, and chose boy over a friend. It changed drastically, our friendship. Even though I did nothing, they were both my friends, and when I hung out with one I would have to ovoid the other. It was difficult, but I managed.
In the end, it's okay. It doesn't really matter. It doesn't have to, because the littlest of problems can't hurt you. There's always a way.
It's okay.