Basic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2~

I guess before we start our 'how to survive my world' we would need to know what I've been through, to see why I need to survive like this.

So I guess we shall start it from where life really begins for me. Which for me would be the fourth grade. The only things really important about fourth grade was how basic people were. Now before we get into it, I need you to understand the word basic.

If you look up in the dictionary 'basic' it usually comes up as:

Basic

adjective

1. of, pertaining to, or forming a base; fundamental: a basic principle; the basic ingredient.

But what I call basic is the same but in a different context. Basic for me and this 'how to' means to be the same and a copy. Almost as if your an exact copy of another or a cookie created from a cookie cutter, making you the exact same way as the others.

So in the fourth grade, a lot of people were basic. They wanted to be like Jamie Spencer and those popular kids. And don't get me wrong I did too.

A long long time ago when I was a fourth grader, I dreamed of being popular, and so I did. I became a liar. I lied about everything. My bird, my parents, my so called brother that I don't have, and many more lies.

Anyways people believed these ridiculous stories and people thought I was so cool. So they hung out with me.

I soon wound up hanging out with Jamie Spencer, Julia Cane, and Emily Benson for awhile. After becoming friends with Jamie Spencer I had joined the Saint Frances basketball team to always be with my 'best friend'. We were connected by the hip at that time. Always did everything together and I loved it.

Soon enough I became popular. Everyone wanted to be my friend, and I loved it. Me being the nicer popular kid I did try to hang out with other kids who liked me, but I soon got the lesson from Jamie.

Jamie seemed so wise to me. As if she knew everything, but now I've realized she knew this because she lived in the shadow of her older sister. Anyways she told me that I shouldn't hang out with them, that they were lower than me and that I shouldn't talk to them.

But honestly I wasn't the type to always listen. I wanted to piss her off. So I walked over to the boys and played basketball. It fired her up enough to wanna play too. Her winning and all, she came up to me, patted me on the back and said " damn I really like you Savannah". And I knew that from there I was gonna get popular, oh boy you have no clue.

Soon I was known by everyone. Jamie's best friend was my title from everyone. Then Julia Cane and Emily Benson became jealous. Yes jealous! They were so jealous that I was her best friend. I was finally popular, known and was more popular then they were.

So they took it to their own hands. And by hands, I meant hands. They started to beat me. Yes beat me. They would kick me in the shin and punch me and call me fat, but when Jamie came and found out, they apologized and Jamie took my side. True friendship it was.

This soon stopped with Emily Benson though. In the fourth grade it was her birthday, and everyone was giving her birthday punches. So I decided I would to, it was a friendly gesture. But right as I put my fist to connect to her shoulder, she pushed me to the fence and kicked me in the private part.

After that, my parents took hold of it, got the guidance counselor in on it, as well as the school secretary. And she never touched me again. I mean the glares she gave me were pretty strong, but I soon knew it was over with her. But I still had Julia Cane..

In fifth grade Jamie wasn't in my class, but Julia Cane was. Jamie and I never really talked anymore, she was with Riley more, and I became friends with a new girl I met, even though she wasn't knew, Maya.

While the beginning of school though, I was friends with Julia Cane. We hung out for awhile, until she started shit with me, found a group within the class and tried to make fun of me. But surprisingly it didn't bother me so much. I had Maya and I loved the girl to death. I was obsessed with her, we were best friends.

She was like a role model. And the great part was my mom loved her. She was such a goody goody and I was more of the bad and loud type.

Man did I change her. I whipped that turtle right out of her shell man. She became just like me. Loud and crazy, yet she still read books, and I didn't. But she turned me good. I followed her manners and politeness and I guess we both helped each other out.

But soon fifth grade passed and her father who lived in Poland had gotten a job, where it consisted of both her father and her family to move to Poland as well, for four years. She soon left me lonely and sad. I had no friends because I pushed everyone just to be with her. Then I was stuck, and soon made bigger mistakes...