by Stephanie Wilson
Tears overwhelm my eyes, stroll down my face. A heartbroken, painful feeling throbs in my mind. As I wonder why my peers have to hurt me. The sad thing is, they don’t know they do. They call me names, I act like it doesn’t bother me because most of the time they joke around. Certain people that are close to me can call me a name and I take it really hard. I start to wonder if the things they say are true. I know it shouldn’t matter what other people think, which it doesn’t. But, in reality it really does.Expository Writing PromptsEssay Writing PromptsFiction Writing PromptShort Story TopicsNarravites Writing Prompts Related Products1,000 Character Writing PromptsFirst and Second Grade Writing PracticeThird and Fourth Grade Writing Writing PracticeFifth and Sixth Grade Writing Practice1,000 Creative Writing Prompts
To begin, not just name calling. There is backstabbing. Finding out who your real friends are, and the ones who never really were a friend leads you to sit and wonder why you were ever friends with them to being with. Almost losing the closet friend you’ve ever had over a guy. It’s pathetic. Friendship means a lot and too walk around school not knowing who your real friends are gives me sorrow. You feel judged or unwanted. Not a good feeling.
Furthermore, I’m hard on myself when it comes to anything. I’m a cheerleader and I have no life because I’m always busy. My friends get mad at me because I can’t hang out. Making me feel bad for doing something I love. The misunderstanding of my friends puts me to shame. I feel like I’m always left out because no one invites me anymore. Being the one left behind and forgotten forces me too cry when I sit and think about not having any friends anymore.
Lastly, As I sit in my room, I listen to sad music, I don’t know why because it makes me even more sad. But, sometimes its good too cry and let it all out. I know my mom or sister are always there for me to vent to. A lot of teenage girls lose friendships over a guy, which if they were real friends they wouldn’t let the guy come between them. A lot of girls get called named and have fake smiles on their faces hiding their pain. No one wants to be left behind. I let these things get to me when I shouldn’t. I appreciate the friends I have and im happy I can go to school and enjoy it. I have to keep my head high and stop crying.