Ok, so I wrote an essay for my English class and presented it today...

Essay in Red [Skip it if you don't want to read...though I recommernd you read the green within the red]

A Friend’s Quality

            When I was young, I never tried to make new friends. I remember back in preschool, I made a girl cry because I didn’t want her to play with me and my cousin; K. K panicked and decided that the best thing to do was cheer her up so we wouldn’t get in trouble by the teacher. I didn’t do anything but stare at her in disbelief. I thought that if I had her, and she had me, we’ll be fine and we don’t need anyone else. She told me to make new friends so we won’t be classified as “loners”, and my brothers and sisters told me to make new friends who will stand by me through any kind of circumstances.

            As I grow older, I lose some friends and I gained some. I don’t mind because I know that friends come and go; some friends moved and some went to a different school as we left elementary.  When I entered middle school, I became friends with a group of girls. I truly believed that they were my best friends but, I was wrong. The same group of girls I befriended in junior high, decided to bad mouth me behind my back in freshman year, breaking our friendship. I never talked to them about the “back-stab”; I just ignored them and spent the rest of the year in the library alone.

Summer passed and I’m back in school. I began talking to those girls again because they started the conversation and I didn’t want to ignore them and be seen as rude. Though I speak with them, they are no longer my “best” friends; they’re just some girls I know. Sophomore year, I thought I was going to be a loner again but, I was introduced to a new group of friends. These friends are closer to me than the previous ones. These friends are reliable. They’ll remind me to do my homework, give me notes that I missed for a class, or teach me something I don’t understand. My group of friends is good at keeping secrets. What is said in the circle is kept within the circle. They know my story, and I know theirs, so we promised each other to keep this bond strong and unbreakable: no back stabbing, and no lies. These friends are so close to me that they aren’t even friends anymore; as cliché as it is, they’re more like my second family. They would feed me and nag at me like a real one too.

These friends are as dramatic and crazy as I am; their attitude is laid back like mine too. We have so much similarity in attitude that every day is a fun day.  We never get bored, and we always have something to talk about.  We know how to joke around without hurting each other, though I’m blunt at times, they know I’m joking and doesn’t take it to heart. They also made me realize something: the reason why the other group had bad mouth me. The reason was my straightforwardness. I am blunt and I can say some pretty harsh things. The previous girls didn’t have the same attitude, they’re not laid back, they’re not crazy, and they’re not dramatic. They we’re uptight and serious, very different from me. Quality…I believe that a person’s quality can make a friendship or break one.

Ok, so anyways, after I presented the essay, I sat down and one of the girls that talk smack about me turned to me and said, "Are you talking about what we talked about in freshman year? 'Cause I remember something like that."

"Why? Were you in the group?" I replied.

"W-what?" she stuttered. 

"Were you one of the girls in the group?"

"No- I mean, yea, but I didn't say anything."

"Ok then." I replied and looked at my bestfriend and we both rolled our eyes. You know that eye roll you do with your bestie when you know the third person is lying? Yea, we rolled our eyes like that. After class was over, I walked with my bestfriend and cousin and I said "Did you hear her? She denied it." I told them what we talked about and then  added, "Pfft, that's such a lame cover up."

"I know." my friend and cousin said and laughed. 

Anyways, one of the girls from the group was so cocky. The others told her to stop talking about me because my cousin was sitting with them and the cocky one was all like, "I don't care if she tells. I could say it to her face." I regret not confronting her when my cousin told me that. That went overbaord on that . She has problems with me but never came to me to solve it, instead she went and critisize me to others. please, I ain't scared of you. You want to confront me? Go ahead. She's all talk but , she never showed up in front of me.

I seriosuly regret not confronting her. I should've went up in her face and be all like,

" I heard you have something to say. Say it, I'm right here in front of your face. You have a problem with me? Tell me." But I never did... I regret it so much! She called be a . ugh, the nerve! but she should thank me that I never confronted her because, though I'm a , I pitied her. She have a heart disease so I didn't want her to die on me if I approached her and she had a heart attack. Oh, and I know she would've denied about the back-stab with a smile. I hate that the most, so what's the point of approaching her if she's gonna lie. I never really liked her anyways. 
Anyways, she's a hyocritical ! Back in middle school, all our friends talked smack about her and I didn't say a single thing! I only listened to the others. She came up to us and called us back-stabbers. Then she comes into highschool, think she's the , then backstab me? It's ok ! I never told her but, that whole group doesn't like her and called her a bossy ty . I don't usually backstab someone unless they started first, in this case, her. 

My bestfriend told me that I should've confronted her. Me too. Maybe then we would've have a cleaner break of that friendship. My friend was all like, "Who cares about the disease? Just tell her straight out." I was thinking that if I could ever turn back time, I would go and cuss the hell out of her and tell her that the whole group hates her and that's she's a two-faced , and the others call her an attention and a . OH! And that she's right about me being a . She calls me a , she'll see ! I have so much regret about that. But for sure, next time if I hear this talking smack about me again, I am so gonna confront her. Bring all this back and be like, "I didn't say this in freshman year but now I think I'll say it." BAM! Cuss the hell out of her!  

Anyways, sorry this is so depressing. Just thinking about this pisses me off! I regret it so much!!!