Oh well... Let me tell you about me, not the most interesting of stories but oh well it's my life isn't it? I grew up in Denmark in a rich suburb but I never really fit in here, I still don't (no, I'm not feeling sorry for myself) when I was 6 I started in school, I didn't have a lot of friends, they could be counted with the fingers of one hand, I was used to having more friends, but in school I was simply too different I was to much a boyish girl, and all the friends I had before went to other school. But luckily I had my best friend outside of school, Emma, we were neighbours and she was a year younger than I was, she had three older brothers, so she quite a boyish girl too... I liked going to school, but I didn't like a lot of the people there, for 2 years I felt like this, I was the girl who never played with the others, not that they picked on me, I just didn't like them and they didn't like me.
But when I was about to start in 3 grade, two new girls started in our class, and this resulted in a great fight between a girl who at the time was a very good friend of mine and I, we both wanted to be friends with the new girl and we didn't want to share. Of course the new girl, named Line, wasn't at all aware of this, she thought that we always had hated each other. In the end Line and I became the best of friends, and we're still very good friends. Outside of school Emma and I played together almost every day. This was my life until about 7th grade when something happened, Emma's parents had gotten divorced, her mother moved away, and most of the time she was at her mother's. Line suddenly stopped talking to, actually she stopped talking to everyone. At the time I only really had one friend, a guy named Allan, we weren't really that close but we talked all the way home in the bus everyday. My problem have always been that I can't open up to people, I have never been able to, and I still find it really hard. At this time the only person I really trusted was Emma, and she was never there.
After Line and I had talked for three or four months, I broke down in front of my mom, I cried for hours, and the next day I told Line everything, and it turned out she wasn't mad at me, she was confused about other things in her life. I saw less and less off Emma, we talked every once in a while.
At the end of my seventh year of school they told us that the 4 classes had to become 3, we were very angry about this at the time, but it turned out later that this was probably the best thing that could've happened to me, I still didn't really fit in.
I started in my new class after the summer holiday. Line made some new friends and I mostly just sat alone, but then I met the most wonderful girl in the world, the best friend anyone could have, this is where I met Sille, actually we had spend some time together before the holiday, and in the holiday, but when school started I just got all shy and sat there all alone. But it seemed Sille had decided she liked me, and that we were going to be friends, we did become friends, but I still felt like I was losing Emma.
In ninth year of school I saw Emma, we talked as if it hadn't been 5 months since we'd seen each other, she told me about a new school she was going to go to, we laughed, we had a good time. Some months went by and I wrote her messages, called her, but the was never an answer, she never picked up the phone, she still doesn't. it's been more than 2 years now.
But at the end of my tenth year of school I had Sille, Line and Mathilde, the three people that could always make me smile, Line is like a puppy - silly and cute, Mathilde is... well she's Mathilde and I love her even though we can get in fights. And without Sille I wouldn't be complete, she stops me from doing insane stuff, and she makes me smile when I'm sad, I just hope she realises how important she is.
Anyways, I started in a new school and got some more friends, I'm surrounded by lovely people, and I'm happy.
Wauw this got really personal.... Anyways...
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