Cruel Life #4

I thought may be I was happy being alone, and have no friends.
C: Yeah right!
Me: I like being alone, so, leave me alone.
C: Why should I? You rarely see me, and you want me to go away?
Me: I do not like you!
C: You are mean, but I am not going anywhere. So like, what are you really angry about?

Richard E. Byrd Middle School

He said I was lying. He could tell I spoke Spanish right away. I denied it. Obviously, I was not telling the truth. It was difficult. I did not know how to make friends. one day, I decided to follow the guy that guided me through my first classes in middle school. I wanted to be somewhere  to eat because I just hung out alone at a bench in the middle of the whole cafeteria and no body would notice. His name was Chris. He took me to his table, and that is where I met Miguel. "Hey, you are that new kid in my honors class. I asked if you spoke Spanish In English class remember?" No! I did not know him. I did not want to know him, but hey! This was my opportunity to make a friend. Achievement earned. Chris and Miguel are now my friends. I figured I could get help from them for school work. It was the best idea I had ever gotten. Miguel shared so many of his stories with me. I told him a lot about me. Apparently he was interested in me talking Spanish. I told him I was Mexican. At least I thought I was Mexican. He told me his parents were different. His mom was Salvadorian, and his dad was Mexican. He was a cool guy. Kinda chubby. He guided me through English and history class, while I helped him in science and Math. Suddenly, my grades for History and English rose. I have a C now. I am happy. My parents understood my learning situation, so they were happy too. Luckily, I was not bullied because no body cared. I was kinda chubby too. People were nice, but really noisy. I had media as an elective. Everyone in there was an honors student, but they were all noisy and kinda crazy. The teacher was strict as hell, but that made no difference. Now that I remember,  the teachers had the strangest names. Mr. Cinnamon, Mrs. Rose, Mrs. Charky. That was just sixth grade! Seventh and eighth has even stranger names in my perspective. As I made it half way through the year, I made a few more friends. Miguel was like the main one. He helped me a lot. I would usually call him every night because I constantly needed help with my homework. I was getting to the end of sixth grade. It was time to say good bye. My friends and classmates made their own little signature booklet to get every body's signatures. Miguel was the first one to sign mine. I used last year's booklet. I was happy . It brought me back memories of having so many friends, that paid not much attention to me. There was so much drama when  it came to the last day of school. Crying in every corner. Some people would just say "We are going to see each other next year anyway." Apparently not many understood the topic. I told Miguel that I would think about visiting them during the summer. Why? he helped me enough to get straight A's in my final report card! I did not realize this soon enough, but I figure it out. Miguel was not my friend. Miguel was my best friend, but People change. Everything changed, as I made it alive to seventh grade...

In Memory Of - My Best FUEEN!