Seventh Grade Narrative

Seventh grade was a hard time for friends; although, I was sure I found the right ones. Having only two friends seems like it would be a horrible experience, but I was happy with my friends. Well, I thought I was. After a few weeks into the school year, I was flying high. I had great friends and I could not ask for more. Coming to school did not seem like a chore anymore, suddenly waking up at 6:30 did not matter. Smiles were always pasted on my face, especially while I was with my friends. Each day was a new adventure that I could not wait to tackle, until the incidences began to happen. Everyday started to turn into one giant ball of seventh-grade drama. Having only two friends does not seem like a lot of gossip and name-calling, but these friends were as cold as a pint of ice cream that has been sitting in the freezer for at least a year. The knot we had tied in our friendship had started to untie itself. Each day we drifted apart, but our pact did not become completely broken until the day we came back
My friend Darlene kept her glance down at the floor while Francine moved over to a different chair as soon as I sat down. At first I did not seem to think anything of it, as it was the first day back to school. The first day back to school is always laid back and tiring. I opened my mouth but not a single word came out, I immediately thought something was wrong when Darlene disappeared to the bathroom without a single noise. Francine glared at me for what seems like hours, but I know to only be seconds. I concentrated on the white walls and how they drifted onto the ceiling. I could not bring myself to look Francine in the eyes at this moment. Whenever Darlene sat across from me, I finally looked up. Believing I was ready to hear the words from her mouth was an absolute lie to myself. Now, once and for all, I listened to the noises that were spilling out, but comprehending them was a different