Going into summer last year before seventh grade, I had a huge group of friends. I went to parties and hung out with all of them on a regular basis. I never felt alone. At the time, I thought a good friend was simply someone with similar humor, someone who was caring and supportive.
As school started to inch closer, things got weird. I’d try to have conversations, but they’d either end abruptly or I’d get into little arguments with my friends, mostly about nothing at all. Our personalities began to change and theirs no longer matched mine like they used to. I hung on to them as much as I could, but on the first day of school I was left out of the group. I sat there all alone while everyone carried on around me, and then it hit me, I was no longer meant to be friends with these people.
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