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Friends: Not Always for Life
It all started in the middle school where everything revolved around what you did on your free time and what people you spent that time with. I knew that I had the greatest friends of all because they were the ones everyone looked up to. I was part of the popular group.
All I ever wanted as a young girl growing up was to be part of that group of friends that did everything together and everyone else was jealous. Everyday before school we met right in front of the choir room doors and chatted about what new gossip we all had to spill. When the bell rang, we all headed to our classes and after class we always seemed to find each other again, until the next bell rang. Everything was going great. Boys were noticing me, people were calling me to hang out, I even had to turn people down. Life was great.
Then one regular casual day in the lunch room, I sat at the same round blue table over by the second pole on the left, where my friends and I usually sit. My friends gathered around and we filled the entire table. Out of the blue one of my friends said, "Oh goody! No room for Kelly," as she was taking her spot at the lunch room table. I was a little annoyed and said, "I'm right here, Katie." "Oh, sorry. Kelly, we are still your friends don't worry," she claimed. Whatever. I was not going to deal with that from people that pretend to be friends with me.
I decided then that I was going to find a new group of friends, but I found that the task was easier said than done. Sitting by myself the next day at lunch, my old friends stared at me and some even giggled. I could not believe what crap I went through. "Hopefully I had made the right choice," I thought.
Just then a girl by the name of Jacque came up to me and asked if she could sit by me. I told her that she could and we got to talking. Jacque ended up to be one of my very good friends. She let me come sit with her at her regular lunch table and I met all of her friends. They were all very nice to me and I felt included again. In the back of my mind still was that urge to be back in that bubble of friends that everyone looked up to as the popular people.
In eighth grade I tried again to become part of that bubble, but again I was rejected. I went through some very tough times, but I found a great group of friends, or so I thought. Coming into the high school I realized that some of my friends were going to be doing things that I have already decided not to get into, like drugs and alcohol. My friends experimented with alcohol and they are still stuck with it today.
Those people don't talk to me anymore now. I have come to a conclusion after talking to my older sister, who is a sophomore in college, that people you meet in high school won't be in your life after high school. College is the place where you will find your real friends, and those people are going to be your friends for the rest of your life. So I have become an independent person, focusing on my studies and my classes, and making the best of things. Article provided by 
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