March 15, 2011 by crushingcarly
Her name was Emily. She was from Virginia. Our middle school didn’t get new students very often so of course everyone wanted to talk to her. She was tall, pretty and athletic. After only a few weeks, she seemed to have almost every sixth grader wrapped around her finger. We all wanted to be her friend. Emily was the new popular girl. She invited herself to my lunch table one day and befriended each of my friends. Emily and I rode the same school bus that took kids to the local YMCA for an after school program. I thought we were friends….
One day on the after school bus, I waved to let Emily know I had saved her a seat. She headed my way, but instead of sitting down, she threw her backpack on me. I didn’t understand what was happening. I looked at her in disbelief, and she just laughed. Then another backpack landed on my back, then another. I heard Emily laugh louder and shout, “C’mon everyone, put your back packs here!” Students I didn’t even know were throwing backpacks on me as I huddled on the floor. Another girl climbed to the top of the backpack mountain that I was supporting from below. I was horrified, claustrophobic, and crying. Either no one heard my pleas for freedom over their jubilant laughing or they too just wanted to please Emily.
About
this seems to be my life.
take me or leave me.
