Life Is Full of Fake People and Everyone Is Not Being Real
"Life is full of Fake People, and everyone is not being real"
My classmates and I were assigned by our professor to write an essay about a certain topic entitled "Life is full of Fake People, and everyone is not being real." A lot of ideas were playing inside my head but I don’t know how to commence. I remember instantly my experience about fake friends; I can pretty much say that I grew up with a bunch of fake people. I have so many in my community and it isn't even funny. Not to mention the friends that I’ve had growing up over the years. I want to tell a tale of a so called "best friend" I had growing up.
At the end of fifth grade I had made a few friends, but this one guy that was with us kept staring at me. He didn't speak often, but I would catch a glimpse of him eying me a lot and it creep me out at first. This went on for about a week until I broke the ice. Pretty much afterwards we became fast friends and I found myself hanging out with him more than all the other people. We grew very close as the days and months went by, but it didn't take very long for me to realize something about him. When other people were around us he would give me this look... I don't know how to explain it, but every time someone else we knew came around, he would distance himself from me. He would speak less and not stand close to me, it was odd but I let it slide. As even more time went by we found ourselves in a what you would like to call "clique". There were four of us then six, Our group was growing, but little did I know things were only about to get worse. Like any boy group things start to happen, if two of the boys were fighting then they group would separate and it becomes a he say she say. Well all the he say she say came all back on me. For some reason all the boys would be angry with me when I came around, would give me the cold shoulder or just laugh and snicker when I came around. I never knew why until I started to study my "friend" he would always have a
My classmates and I were assigned by our professor to write an essay about a certain topic entitled "Life is full of Fake People, and everyone is not being real." A lot of ideas were playing inside my head but I don’t know how to commence. I remember instantly my experience about fake friends; I can pretty much say that I grew up with a bunch of fake people. I have so many in my community and it isn't even funny. Not to mention the friends that I’ve had growing up over the years. I want to tell a tale of a so called "best friend" I had growing up.
At the end of fifth grade I had made a few friends, but this one guy that was with us kept staring at me. He didn't speak often, but I would catch a glimpse of him eying me a lot and it creep me out at first. This went on for about a week until I broke the ice. Pretty much afterwards we became fast friends and I found myself hanging out with him more than all the other people. We grew very close as the days and months went by, but it didn't take very long for me to realize something about him. When other people were around us he would give me this look... I don't know how to explain it, but every time someone else we knew came around, he would distance himself from me. He would speak less and not stand close to me, it was odd but I let it slide. As even more time went by we found ourselves in a what you would like to call "clique". There were four of us then six, Our group was growing, but little did I know things were only about to get worse. Like any boy group things start to happen, if two of the boys were fighting then they group would separate and it becomes a he say she say. Well all the he say she say came all back on me. For some reason all the boys would be angry with me when I came around, would give me the cold shoulder or just laugh and snicker when I came around. I never knew why until I started to study my "friend" he would always have a