My First Friend

His name was Jermaine Harris. I first met him at my cousin house and we started conversating then we realized we both go to the same school. He was a grade higher than me. Jermaine was light-skin, tall and had nice hair. Our schedules were different so I would leave my fifth period class to go down to the lunchroom to see him. We would only text, that was my only crush. Last time I saw Jermaine was in May at Shaw prom line-up. Periods at school were absolutely the worst. It was like the boys in my class knew when any one of us girls were on our monthly cycle. They would make fun of us, that would really annoy me. When it was my time I would try to keep my attitude from being real like nasty towards other. I kept a happy constant mood until I got home. People think I’m mean. People see me as a quiet person, but I am the most funniest, coolest person somebody could meet. For seventh and eighth grade the same people were in my class, and we became a family. Everybody in that class had a bond and we felt it couldn’t be broken. That couldn't be more true even though I transferred I still talk to everybody I had class with. Good to see everybody still in school, this our last year Some of us has jobs now, other playing sports one person is now pregnant but she still in school. Having these people as friends made middle school as great

I was in corpus cristie. And there was a little 3rd grader getting bullied. And some kid pushed him and knoked him over and called him a bad name. And I helped him pick up his books up from the ground and he said thank you. Then the next day he got into a fight and I told the bully to stop but he didn’t he just pushed me and told me to backup. But I didn’t I pushed him and the 3rd grader said stop let me handle it so he did. And after that he came to my house he said thank you for helping me. I said your welcome and we played for hours. we became best friends after that. His name was Tray Blackwell. we were so much alike he liked every thing I liked to do and he liked every thing I wanted to do. After along time the bullying started to stop

In Perry County at Linden Middle School on December 9th I met a guy named Dylan Western. Dylan is short and fluffy, has blond hair and has 3 sisters. At that time I was with a guy named Lance Lair. He is short, has brown hair, and is an only child. Lance figured out that Dylan liked me and threw a hissy fit about it. That day I broke up with Lance because I was tired of his crap. That day Trevon came up to me and told me that Dylan liked me. After lunch that day Dylan came up to me and asked me, “Will you be my girl?” I was star struck that he asked me and I said yes.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

He’s admired me since we were in Level Three. Plus, since he’s two years older than everyone else so he’d always been bigger and more intimidating and poor me became his the victim of his affection. He was really sweet for the first few weeks. I was probably only twelve and while I am tall for my age, I weighed little to nothing, and he always stood taller. He’d help me reach for books in the library, he’d offer to carry my things, and then things slowly got worse. He’d grab ahold of my hand or wrist and pull me along, no matter how hard I fought. He’d stalk me as I’d walk home, and on the last day of school everyone was invited to the big bonfire that was being held. Of course I went. I might not have been a social butterfly, but bonfires were rare, and I was obsessed with the

Robert H was my first boyfriend, he was a guy who I don’t remember much about but there are memories we had together that are hard to forget. We used to sit together in the bus, me next to the window as his bus stop came first. My mother used give banana juice boxes that were really disgusting but I never had the heart to tell my mom, I would give them to Robert because for some reason he loved them. At some point my family bought the game board, Sorry!, I would take it in my backpack to school so I could play in the bus ride with Robert. Robert at some point told me that his parents were thinking in moving away and by the end of the year he had moved to Grand Junction, where he lives still.

Friedrich Nietzsche once said that “In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.” Well even if he was wrong when it comes to everyone else, he certainly hit the nail on the head with Zack Mikat, a young man whose face is rarely without a smile when among his friends. I first met him about four years ago, when we were both members of a homeschool co-op in Thomasville, North Carolina. We were not very close of friends back in those days, although we did have a few mutual friends and therefore sometimes hung out around each other. The next year he didn’t come back to the co-op, but he came back the year after that, although we still did not know each other well enough to call ourselves friends. However the following year I joined

We met in the 6th grade, he was the only person to congratulate me on making honors band with him, or at least the only person who didn’t tell me i didn't deserve it, he was the only one there for me when i felt down and he didn't even know me. Except for the fact that he better looking than i am, Evan and I are a lot alike, we play the same instrument, we laugh at a lot of the same things, and our cars both got egged on the same

There was one first grade boy that Kari saw, and he was my favorite to see throughout the day. He was this spunky little guy with a little attitude. He was always ready to work hard, but Kari mention how he always seemed to be showing off for me. I enjoyed doing activities with him because he wasn’t shy around me and interacted with me like my own cousins do when I play with

Friedrich Nietzsche once said that “In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.” Well even if he was wrong when it comes to everyone else, he certainly hit the nail on the head with Zack Mikat, a young man whose face is rarely without a smile when among his friends. I first met him about four years ago, when we were both members of a homeschool co-op in Thomasville, North Carolina. We were not very close of friends back in those days, although we did have a few mutual friends and therefore sometimes hung out around each other. The next year he didn’t come back to the co-op, but he came back the year after that, although we still did not know each other well enough to call ourselves friends. However the following year I joined

I then met a friend i still know to this day his name was Dakotah he's super nice and friendly he is in this thing we call THE CREW it is a group of my friends including Brayden,Dakotah,Cory and myself.

When I was 14 I was just starting freshman year of high school. I had gotten into the choir I wanted, my classes and teachers were great, I had awesome friends, everything was amazing. Then one day this guy who I had seen around school messaged me on Facebook. He was 4 years older than me but I didn’t care, he was cute and that was all that mattered at the time. So, we got to talking. We had a lot in common, he was

Back when I was in eighth grade, a stranger had a huge crush on me. Awe, it felt cute at first because I remember back in sixth grade I also had a crush on him. He was a few inches taller than me, dark black curly hair, with cute freckles on his cheeks. Anyways, during my sixth year we never had a class together, I had never heard his voice, we had just never met at all. Until my eighth grade year, I don’t know how it happened, but he liked me back. He was a sweetheart to me, he walked me to my classes and sometimes we ate together at lunch, except this time I didn’t like him as I did in my sixth year. Everyone in school knew how much he liked me, yet I didn’t like him back. He was just too perfect. Long story short, I ended up in a relationship with a jerk that later cheated on me. And then again girls complain why all guys are the same,

There was a guy named Stratton who was really good friends with my brother Marshall. Stratton started coming around more and more. I thought he was the most cutest thing that I’ve ever seen before. He was the only one I had my eyes on. Every year we go to the Kings County Fair and Stratton was there. I wanted to hang out with him so bad but I couldn’t because my brother would’ve gotten mad. My friend Haylee and I were standing by the cows when Stratton and Marshall came walking up to us. I got so excited but also nervous at the same time. When they walked up to us, I had the biggest smile on my face. Stratton and I started texting a lot more after that day. My good friend was Festa Queen for Easton. A festa is a Portuguese celebration. I needed

His name was Colin. He was on the lacrosse team with Thomas. He told me that sophomore year, Thomas told everyone on the team what happened that night at Hilary’s. Everyone cheered. Colin said that, even then, he had a crush on me. Even then, he wanted to punch Thomas.