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°o.O-(a frndship story)-O.o°

This is not a story about me and
my bestfriends, but my struggles
to find friends and to find myself.
For a long time, I just wanted to
belong. It was hard. People said I
was annoying, weird, and
different. In 7th grade, it finally
changed; I was accepted by a
group of girls. I was so happy I
finally had friends, and even a
best friend, or so I thought. The
truth is, these girls were not true
friends. They talked about people
and me in so many negative
ways. I would sit there and listen
to their talk about how her outfit
looks bad, and her hair is frizzy. I
sat there and said nothing
because, I was so happy that
people liked me, I was afraid to
chance it. But, then my "best
friend" turned on me. She said
that I said all these horrible
things about my friends and her
and how hurt she was. She really
didn't understand the trouble
she caused.
I remember one day all my
friends one by one or two by
two, came up to me saying they
didn't think it was a good idea
they should be friends with me
anymore. I was so hurt. I came
home crying sat home and
watched movies.
Throughout the rest of the year, I
was alone, my mom and the T.V
became my best friends.
Sometimes I still think about this
it hurt me very much. In 8th
grade, I found myself again,
thank goodness.
Thanks to my teachers, my mom,
my babysitter, and a great friend
I found in science class.
Whenever I saw evil, I would
stick up say my peace. Because
you are just as evil as the person
is committing the sin and just
sitting there allowing it to
happen. They could listen and
ignore, or find the wrongness
their doing and stop. I learned
this through my camp also. I
found people who accepted me
and all my weird, quirky ways.
In 9th grade, my current year I
found my group of friends. In
cheerleading, a lot of the upper
classmen loved me, found me
funny and befriended me. I think
all walls were down, and I was
not the weird girl anymore.
Sometimes, I'm scared to death
that will happen again but, with
my friends I know it won't
happen. But, honestly it scares
me, still.
2 years after the fact I forgave
the girl who caused all of this.
When I heard over and over
again what I supposedly "said" I
started believe that I was this
cruel person who said those
unbelievable things. But, through
many people, I remembered that
my momma raised this nice girl,
who is honest. I looked in the
mirror, and remembered who I
Through those couple of months
I got very connected to God, and
I thought of how much I was
better off with ought them. I
prayed that one day people
would see me for the person, I
truly was and it was never me
saying those things.
Eventually, when the time was
right, they saw the light. I was
never happier. This girl who did
cause those problems does
cheerleading with me. To this
day, she still has drama in her life,
declaring how much she hates it
(drama) when alas she is the one
who starts it. I have forgiven this
girl a thousand times, not for her
but for me. I am nothing but nice
and sincere when I am around
her, and when I talk to her. And,
unfortunately she still talks badly
about me. And frankly I am
alright with it in a way. I have
never heard her personally say
anything about me, and if and
when I do, I will say my peace,
but, until that day I say nothing
about it.
People now see how this girl
truly is, her true colors. She
recently has had some drama,
which was unfortunate. And for
a moment, I hate to say it but, I
was glad. I then remembered
God, does not like us to pleasure
and others misery. I do believe in
Karma, and oh yes believe me, it
is a terrible. I hope one day this
girl will change and she can
make a better life, socially for
herself, because I know being
alone, and having no friends, and
not being accepted, it truly
heartbreaking. But, I thought I
would share this to maybe girls
who were going through the
same thing.
Agree or Disagree with my
statements, I'm saying it loud
and proud. I had mentioned my
self in this story many times,
because it truly happened. I hope
this helps someone.
Sincerely, Andrea

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