Friday, November 16, 2007

Writer's Island: Friendship

Writer's Island prompt was "friendship."

She was my best friend in high school. We met junior year, both of us new students at our school. We bonded right away, although now I can't remember what we had in common, what brought us together. I was a nerd, tall and gangly. She was an average student, short and her hair was dyed blonde. She was flirty and popular. I was awkward around boys, well known but not part of the "in" crowd. We both loved to sneak out to smoke cigarrettes.

The first year we were schoolmates, we both liked the same boy. I never told her, but I think she knew. When I found out she liked him, and that he may reciprocate, I stepped aside and let her take him. You can click on the link above if you are interested on how that story went

Our senior year of high school, I had a huge crush on a boy. I guess that was my thing. I was obsessed with him, and daydreamed all the time about us getting together. He probably knew, it was so freaking obvious. I always got all goofy and smartassy around him. I became good friends with his younger brother, who was a funny guy. But Clyde liked other girls, not me.

I told Anita about my feelings for Clyde. And do you know what she did? She made out with him. And then went out of her way to ensure I knew. She tried to make it seem like it was no big deal, just something she did on a whim, just because she could. The stab in the back hurt, and our friendship was never again the same. After school, it faded away. I never made active efforts to keep in touch with her, or any of my high school classmates. At the time I could not care less about them.


  1. Ugh. Bad form. BAD FRIEND. BAD FRIEND. It is the first rule of friendship (which you seem to have figured out, btw): keep your mitts off your friend's squeeze.

  2. That's in part why I was so mad at her. I did the right thing for my friend, but she did not pay me back in kind.

  3. That pretty much sums up how I feel about my former classmates too, Ingrid. I know girls who had "friends" like this - whatever or whoever they had, that's what the "friend" wanted and had to take. Jealousy is a sick thing.