boys will be boys...

  some may think this chapter would be of my loves and my losses throughout many phases of puppy love. It is about so much more. Its about friendship that turned to hate and obsession after obsession, tear after tear that cried. For some 7th grade was the year they began dating for me it was the year i began hiding.

 

  It started out a normal year coming back to school with a guy i liked, that liked me, friends all around. The days grew dim fast and things slowly change. Cliches formed, gossip did too. In the end I had one friend I could truly trust, and for the sake of her identity lets call her ponytail. Ponytail had been my friend for about 2 years, she had always been the best friend she could. She was the type of friend you spent every second talking to, knew all your problems from boys to school, the type you changed by in the locker room because you knew she wouldnt judge. In the end i found out she was judging me when she passed me a note. the note that slowly but surely turned everything to dirt. She liked, oh id she like me, but no the like you would expect from a friend. Phone calls became frequent and notes were everywhere as she tried desperately to make me like her in return. She started rumors about my boyfriend pulling every thread of my being until i had no choice but to report her to the school counseler.

 

  A whole year went by and i kept many secrets to myself. I lost my boyfriend, well i pushed him away after he was accused of molestation, he never knew truly why the accusation hurt so badly. In the end only one person did, other then me. when most people think of the school bus they think of school and the homework, and the people. When i think of the school bus i think back to seventh grade when i was pinned to the wall of the bus and touched. I dont know how else you would describe it then touching, feeling, killling whatever was left of me. I think the fact that when i finally told my mother and the counseler. The one most concerned was the counseler, she did all she could to try to help me. But the thing that hurt the most is when it came to my mom she said she didnt want to ruin his life, even though he ruined part of mine, and she told me "boys will be boys".