This is my story. It was the beginning of the second semester and a new year in seventh grade. I was over at my best friend Christina's house. Yet again, she was listening to her favorite CD- Dream Street. When I got into her room she turns down her music and we talk about the music and how she like Frankie and Jesse. Then for some reason she brings up the subject of being a true fan. She says that she was the best DS f™ fan ever. I said they're ok and I like the music. Then she went on to say that I how I wasn't a "true" fan, so I left her house and walked home.
School had its own problems too. The next day I found a note in my locker, it was from Christina. So I got my things and went to my first class, put my stuff down on the ground, and then I sat down. I unfolded the letter and when I had it completely unfolded I started to read what my best friend had written to me. It said: "Dear, Courtney, I do not consider you one of my friends. You are a lying freak." There was a page's worth of crap written about how I was not her friend and what she didn't like about me.
Lunch was one of the hardest things I've ever gone through or done. That day at lunch I confronted. I held up the note and said, "What is this? Why did you write it? I thought I was your best friend, but obviously not. I cannot be friends with someone who won't respect me or like me for who I am. So this is goodbye." At that moment I felt more alone then ever. I couldn't believe it, my best friend in the whole world, gone, after 6 and half years of true friendship. For the rest of the day I tried to figure out what had went wrong and why she didn't want to be friend.
After that dreadful day it only got worse. For the next couple days I was in denial, I didn't smile, or even talk to my other friends. I completely shut myself off from the world. I just didn't understand what went wrong. I felt alone, like I was a nobody and I had no friends in the world. Eventually after a few days, some of my friends got together and came to me. They tried their hardest to comfort me and make me smile, but it didn't work, nothing could make me feel better.
The time that I realized something very important was that night. It was yet another sleepless night for me. I was thinking, when I suddenly realized that I was loved, I had other friends, I could get over it, and that not having Christina as a friends could actually be a good thing. Quickly, I turned on my light and started writing. I wrote and wrote page after page about all my good experiences I had with her and how much fun I had, it made me realize that I was loved and someone liked me for. Then I wrote a letter to each one of my friends. I wrote about the good times, how much I cared about them, I told them what was happening with me, and why I was so upset, and I thanked each of them for helping me realize that I could move on, that I could get through it. The next day I gave my friends the letters I h™ had written. When they finished reading them, they all thanked me and gave me a big strong hug of reassurance.
Later that day, I was thinking about the last couple days and saw how miserable I had been. When I realized that I needed to be strong and how friends can help with your problems and help you heal.