Okay, this isn’t a poem, but it is something that is making me really upset, so I thought I should blog it out.
Today was crazy hair day, and I decided to spray my hair green. When I got to school, I realized everyone else had the same idea. Almost everyone who had sprayed their hair had green as their color choice. Too happy that we were doing something fun in school for a change, I didn’t let it bother me.
Well, when I was standing alone in the 6th grade lobby, (like I do everyday), this girl named Macy came up to me. Macy and I were good friends a couple months ago, but suddenly she started ignoring me. She even told this girl named Tara that if Tara talked to me, Macy wouldn’t be her friend. Of course Tara still talked to me, but it left me feeling hurt that Macy had something against me. What did I ever do to her?
Anyway, Macy came up to me and just stared at my hair. Her hair was sprayed blue, with some green in it. Macy then made the sign of something exploding with her hands, and walked away. I looked at her questionably, trying to figure out what she meant. The bell rang then, and we then went to our lockers.
I didn’t think anything of what Macy did. I sailed through my classes, and then lunch came around.
At lunch, I sat at my usual seat, with my two best friends, Fai and Sarah. When I started eating my lunch, Sarah said “You remember Macy, right? Well, she came up to me in PE and asked if you and I were still friends. Of course I said yes, and her response was….” Sarah stopped short. I told her to tell me, so, she did. “She told me that you were such a dork.”
Those words hit me hard. I always catorgorized myself as a dork, but I never had someone tell me that. I couldn’t believe someone would actually say that about me. I almost burst into tears right then and there, because the words were true. I WAS a dork, and to hear it mentioned hurt me.
I went through my next to classes barely noticing what was happening. Those words kept repeating over and over in my head. “Shes such a dork”, I could almost hear her saying that.
When I got home, I went to my bathroom and cried. It felt like my world was turned upside-down. Why? Because I always was trying to be someone I wasn’t. I was always trying to fit in with the popular crowd, and I tried to act the way the popular people acted. This went on for 3 months. 3 months thrown away. Macy had seen through me and figured out that I was, in fact, a dork.