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I am extremely happy today. I want to write about it, I don't know why. I am though, and the only place I can do this is the Times. My life has been stuck between first and second gears. My gears have been grinding, I've been stuck between social groups. Then, they slid in to the right position. Everything is almost normal.

normal: adjective, 1. conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected

Last year in sixth grade, was a good year. Most of my friends are guys. Everyday I would go out and play football or soccer getting bruises and everything. Then this year everything changed. Three, now four, of my best friends have girlfriends. Personally, I think girls are just drama. I only had like one girl friend last year. Now this year the seventh grade has been split and as my friend jokes I am a "loner". I mean my two best friends and their girlfriends go out and play and if I go hang out with them I'm like a fifth wheel, an unwanted growth resting on their happy lives.

Let me describe the groups.

Nerdy guys: Guys that like all the girls but freak girls out too much.

Obnoxious people: This is a HUGE group. The guys create chaos to impress the girls and make them laugh. They always get in trouble and it gets a little crazy.

Football crew: Most of my guy friends are in this. I don't play flag football I only play touch in P.E so I don't like embarrassing myself.

Basketballers: I was in this group for weeks and I thought I had found my group. I got tired of coming in from recess being drenched in sweat, so I stopped.

Those are the main groups, there's probably more. I think you can understand why I didn't fit in anywhere. Well, now you know my situation now I will tell you why I am smiling a real smile.

happy: adjective (happier, happiest), 1. feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.

It started this morning. It's lightly raining, then my two guy friends get off the bus. They tell me that he and his girlfriend broke up. (I don't even like this girl.) He didn't even like her anymore. Then someone brought out a foam football. We started tossing it around then went out to the field. The worm. I don't know what the worm has anything to do with this, but I think it was a sign. We have a huge worm about a foot long. I said to my friend," Oh my god, this is just like old times." Then he said, "I know we haven't done this since like April of last year!" That's when they got their girlfriends.

So we were playing keep away out in the field, in the pouring rain, and dodging the worm. I wrote this poem last year on the 26th of April 2008.

Adults describe
friendship as
a roller coaster.
My social life
isn't like that
at all.

Backstabbing girls
aren't on my list.
Too much drama
for my taste.
I ended up with
guys.

They know when
to talk to me like
a girl, or a guy.
Laugh with me,
and I do their things.

Love playing football,
and have bruises
to prove it. You can tell them
well mostly everything.

They annoy me,
but a second later
I them follow smiling.
Sometimes I laugh
at crazy memories.
I've had the funniest times,
with them.

My friends will never
go away. Not even stab me
in the back.

That's why
I follow and go with them.

The best thing is
my friends won't
step back.

Funny how much things have changed and still nothing has really changed. It's the little things that matter. Like today, Isaac bumped his head on the paper towel dispenser, and we started cracking up. We will laugh about that tomorrow. It's those stupid memories that keep friendship alive. It's pouring rain outside some people would have the sky's attitude, but tonight when I watch the homecoming game I will sit there content. So here's some advice.

easy: adjective (easier, easiest), free from worry or problems.

If you're falling, don't pull out your parachute for the easy way out, see if people will care to save you, and if they don't, hope you land somewhere soft and then get back up.

Don't take the easy way out. If your gears keep grinding and won't budge don't go and call a mechanic, don't go hang out with the people that use you just so you feel important. Get out of that truck and fix it.

 

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