I hate my life today. for the first time since I started high school, I cut class. I didn't mean to, I just didn't wake up. For some reason, my alarms don't seem to affect me anymore. So I woke up at 7:00, when school starts at 6:50. It was horrible. By the time I actually got to school, there was only five minutes until zero got out and first started. So I just waited. Because honestly, what is the point of going to class with only five minutes left? (Which means I missed my math class on pie day. Oh well. Happy pie day.)

Also, I couldn't find my ID. If people are caught not wearing it, they get detention. I have never gotten a detention in my life, and I was freaking out. Luckily, nothing happened, so there was at least one thing good about the day.

My friend Summer wasn't here for the first three classes though. Her mom let her sleep in. So on top of my bad day, I was also alone.

You see, I am not the popular girl. I am the bando who has only a few really close friends. And my close friends go to other schools , or have completely different classes. I thought when I was in middle school that I was making friends, but they hated me and thought I was weird. They tolerated me because Summer was my friend, and they loved her. I learned not to trust people while I was in middle school. I didn't really have any friends in 6th grade. In 7th, I had two, Summer not being one of them. In 8th, I finally had been more outgoing and joined the Bando group. They became my family, instead of the girl I practically grew up with.

I don't think I ever really forgave those girls, because they stole my best friend from me. Now, she doesn't even know when I am feeling like the world was created to bring me down.

She keeps trying to get me to make friends, saying, "You are being very antisocial, Jamille. You need to have more friends."

She pushes me toward our elementary school friends.

They are the populars now. They ask her if I don't like them.

Truthfully, I don't hate them. I hate the brand of people they are.

I'm making the effort to open up, though, for Summer.

But honestly, how can I trust the type of people who stole my best friend and made 6th and 7th grade a living hell for me?

Just something to ponder, I guess.
-JA