A new school year. A year for discoveries, new friends, and a ton more homework. She had just moved up from fifth grade to her local middle school. She was so excited. She had her best friends by her side and was ready to show the world what she could do. Her year started off fantastic, she loved every single minute of the schoolday. She had even met new friends. How soon all of that could change.

On this particular day one of her friends seemed distant. The girl had no idea why. She tried to consult her friend, but she just brushed her off and ignored her. The girl couldn't help but think she had done something wrong. She persisted in trying to figure out what she had done wrong. Her friend just wouldn't listen though. The girl's school year had become much more unpleasant. She hadn't gotten the part of the musical that she had wanted, and her friend just called her a baby.

The girl's feeling were so jumbled. She couldn't think straight with all of her pent up emotions. She wanted to stay loyal to her friend, but she was also furious because she couldn't understand what she had wrong. How she wept. Unsure of what to do. Soon enough the girl's friend had started to completley ignore her all together. Not even making eye contact, and whenever there was it was just an ice cold glare of pure loathing.

The friend had started to turn the girl's own friends against her. She was alone in a whole entire school. No one to walk with, no one to acknowledge her existance. One Friday afternoon, in the last class the friend walked up and put a folded note on her desk and walked away to join what used to be her "group". Another of her former friends walked over, said nothing and grabbed the note and put it in the recycling bin. Her original friend went to retrieve and put it back on the desk.

The girl hadn't even read the note yet. And yet again, the friend from earlier put it back and threw it in the recycling. When the class had ended and the students were allowed to go outside for the rest of the day, the girl's curiousity overwhelmed her. She was the last out and grabbed the note out of the bin. When she had gotten outside, she drifted away from the numerous groups of kids. She was the only one without someone by her side. She sat down on the wet grass and unfolded the note.

As she read the entire paper again she couldn't even believe the words. It had been typed, most likely in their computars class. The former friend that had tried to conceal the note had typed up the most depressing words to the girl. She couldn't even believe what she was reading. The girl burst in tears. Soiling the knees of her blue sweatpants with her tears. The tears wouldn't stop and she didnt want them to. One of the popular boys that constantly teased her walked up and was asking what was wrong. He didn't understand the severity of the situtation.

The girl's former friends were somewhere behind her. She could hear their voices telling the boy to leave her alone. They obviously wanted her to suffer alone. The girl stood still crying. she re-folded the note, and ran. Just ran. Her legs carrying her to the opposite side of the field. She sat down and cried again.
The friend that had fallen under the influence of her tormentor walked over to comfort the girl.

She tried to touch her back, but the girl jerked away. She just cried harder, the betrayal had broken her heart. This friend trying to win her favor back by just saying a few measly words. It was sickening, but the sensation of betrayal was too great. The tears just kept flowing. A teacher had noticed and told the girl to go see the counselor until she felt better. The girl did just that.

When the girl had shown the counselor the note, she said not to make much of it. How stupid and ignorant she was. The girl couldn't believe it. This so called "counselor" hadn't even tried to comfort her. She just thought she was being dramatic! The girl stood fast and left.

She boarded the bus and waited for the rest of the kids to arrive. When she had been on her way to the bus multiple kids asked her what was wrong, she just kept on walking and didn't answer. While she was on the bus, one of her forgotten friends had boarded and rushed to her side. She saw her old friend's tear-soaked face and wanted the entire story. The girl told her and showed her the note. Her friend looked like she was going to get off and go lope the girl's tormenters head right off.

The girl sat in silence as her friend cheered her up. She had even smiled a few times by the time the bus got to her stop. She took a few breaths and walked into her house. She put on a brave face when she was around her family. Alone, she was in grief. Eventually she had opened up to her mother, and her mother took drastic measures. She called the counselor and the friend's mother. The girl that had betrayed her was also in trouble. Her own parents couldn't even believe it. They had been such good friends.

To this day, the girl hasn't spoken to her tormentor. She has new friends that understand her. They are her family and she would be nothing without them.

The girl in this story is myself, and this actually took place my entire sixth grade year. The tormentor was Becca, the betraying friend was
Emily (G), and the old friend was Allie.

Merry Christmas guys.