I'm sitting here again. Back at square one.

I wasn't able to keep up with Pamela who was able to make alot more friends. By belittling me.

i'm sitting on a sloped grass hill and waiting for lunch to end so that i can finish my work and go home. Nothing is worse than having no friends in the 6th grade.

except maybe being made fun of.

Of course, not to my face. No one wants to mess with my big sister, A very popular and scary 8th grader.

No, they are okay with doing it behind my back.

"i feel soo bad for you Pamela, having to ber friends with her."

"Yeah she is soo weird and creepy. She is also so obsessed with you."

"Your soo right! She's freaking lesbian."

"Ew, stay away from her!"

I can keep my face straight enough until I get home and go to my room. My little sister is playing and my older sister is out with her friends. I can cry in peace. my 6th grade year went by in a flash, but by the end of the year, I made up with my only two friends.

"I'm not alone anymore, i can get through this."

This is what i told myself so that i wouldn't break.

Then I moved on to middle school.