Day 10 of 30 days writing challenge.
Bestfriend
Friends come and go, but best of friends stay with you 'till the end.
But what is a real friend do? Should he/she always stays by our side and always listens to whatever trash or antics we're saying? I know, I'm not a perfect friend. I sometimes detach from people, because I have so many different issues with different people (hey, aren't we all do? lol). Thus, it will be tough for you to befriend with an aloof person like me if you are a clingy person. I'm not really a caring type, so I won't be begging around for friendship, not that I reject it too tho'.
Once I put my trust--or friendship in that matter--it already means that you are indeed special. As I said repeatedly, I have my trust issues because so many people deemed to be untrue.
Bittersweet of Friendship
I used to have a really best friend during my elementary school days. She even had a similar name as mine. We're really attached to each other, we did all sort things together. It's like she was my shadow. We went to junior high together. Up until second grade (class 8) when we got separated by our homeroom teacher, saying that we're too close to each other (no, it's nothing like yuri stuff, we're just plain old besties) and we have to befriend with other people too. We drifted apart after that. For good. That teacher paired me (we used to have a sitting buddies in class, you know, like a chairmate) with one of my bully. Still remember her name, and her face. Actually I was really sad, because second grade was like my hellish time in junior high. I got bullied a lot.
If you want to know what my junior high was like? It was a private school with loads of rich kids. Me? no, we're not rich, but my parents worked too hard on giving us the best school (it is now debatable actually, I suffered a lot having to be on that bloody school). I got accepted there for free (no submission money, it's almost like some kind of scholarship) and have to deal with extreme culture shock. Some of my school friends drove their own fancy car (yes, junior high filthy rich kids on the 90s, with cars--some with chauffer) and have extravagant lives. Me? I'm a plain ol' nerd, minding my own business.
Well, back to bullying, my parents never knew that some of those snobby brats were really psychos, nor that they cared. I was a straight A student, and that's what really matters to them after all. I got bullied almost everyday, and they even pushed me around in the ladies room and threw water at me. Everything was hell just because they thought I was snitching at them (while they're dating, smoking, etc.) to teachers, because I went a lot to counseling room. Like a lot. Fact is, I went there to collect my retained manga from the counselor's locker. I made her familiar with me so she won't be suspicious when I went there and snuck in to get my stuff. Apparently those evil banshees got me wrong. They didn't know how I'd care less who dated who. And the most idiotic thing was, the "spy" was their own friend. So stupid. I know because I was always there at that room, and the snitch was her. And she was always with them, and they don't even got suspicious. Talking about how stupid can one be. Lol.
Anyway, it's already 11 o'clock, and it's a tiring day. Maybe at some point I'll brought up more things about besties, but I'll have this story from the past for day 10. Bear with me, it's 20 more days to go.
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