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Flashback Friday (Gone Too Soon)
I remembered that important lesson in my life, and I
could never forget it. I was at school one day, and I saw my best friend hanging around with people that he used to hate. He was wearing a shirt that has a picture of Biggie Smalls, baggy jeans that look loose, and a hat that has black and white designs.
My friend, Jose, never liked the guys who were irresponsible and roam around in the halls. Now Jose hung around with them. Lately, Jose had been ditching his classes and has stopped talking to me, ever since we were done with sophomore year in high school.
When we were in junior year, and things were different.
Without even thinking for a second, I decided to go over to my --now acquaintance --and get answers from him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Jose, what's wrong with you?"
"Ay! It's Niki, everybody," Jose exclaimed in a cocky way. His friends were laughing because either they were laughing at a girl, who wore tomboyish clothes, or Jose's new buddies were laughing behind his back. "How's it going, girl? We never talked to each other much."
"That's because you never did," I said, gritting through my teeth and gave an edge of irritation. My cheeks were burning because of the way my friend was acting. "Now what the fuck is your problem?!"
"Nothing, geez!" Jose raised his arms in defense, after I blew a fuse. "Don't be hatin' on me. I've been doing a lot of changes over the summer and look at me now."
Jose turned to his friend and gave them a slap on the hand while laughing. Then, he turned to me. "Besides, I got my new fam, and they'll be lookin' out for me."
"For you," I echoed. "For you?! Are you insane? You're better than this, Jose. That is not like you at all."
"Chill, Niki." He puts his hand in front of me, as if he was trying to calm our conversation down. Though, that was blatantly rude. "You don't know what it's like to be me."
"I already know what you've been through," I yelled at Jose. I remembered during freshmen and sophomore year, Jose had been dealing with a lot of drama. Jose's girlfriend, Timber, had cheated on him, whenever he's not with her.
Then, two of his friends transferred into
different schools, because one of them thought our school was racist. And believe me, he was too high alert about racism and he would get angry at an instant. Jose's other friend had a deal with another school that has the best football team. Both Jose and his friend play football in our high school's team. When his friend got discovered by the greatest football team from another school, he decided to transfer there, leaving Jose in the pit.
What made it even worse was when Jose and his ex girlfriend were trying to be friends as possible. Though, things didn't go so well, because Jose's ex girlfriend was clingy to him. Worst of all, they've been getting fights, as if they're already a married couple. Finally, they stopped talking each other when Timber
dropped the bomb on him. One day, Jose was just talking to his friends, how Timber was so clingy to him. Apparently, she heard Jose's conversation and started spreading rumors around school by twisting and turning Jose's words around. Jose would tell me everything before he changed.
So here I was, standing there and stared straight at Jose, feeling angered by his attitude. "I've already seen your pain, Jose," I reiterrated. "You know that I stuck up for you and helped you a lot. Now you just don't wanna be mister nice guy and get rid of your old friends for new ones?"
Jose licked his own lips, trying to get rid of that dry feeling of pain and guilt. “Listen,” he began. "High school has changed me a lot, and I can no longer deal with my past. The past is long gone, and it’s time for me to move on.”
With innocent eyes, I approached to Jose. “Does that mean you wanna get rid of the friends, who have been sticking up to you for the longest?”
Jose was hesitant now. It looked like he has nothing to say. Instead, Jose murmured, “Look, I gotta go.”
And just like that, Jose walked a bit faster to get away from me. His friends followed
him behind while snickering passed me.
So looking back now, I realized that high school could
change a lot of people in different ways. It’s either for the better or for the worse. But most of the time, high school changed for the worse. It even splits friendship in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter to me anymore. All I knew is that I had to stick up for my for myself
and that’s that. More importantly, I had to keep my heart shielded from negative influences, so I wouldn’t end up like my once best friend. All I gotta do is walk away...
could never forget it. I was at school one day, and I saw my best friend hanging around with people that he used to hate. He was wearing a shirt that has a picture of Biggie Smalls, baggy jeans that look loose, and a hat that has black and white designs.
My friend, Jose, never liked the guys who were irresponsible and roam around in the halls. Now Jose hung around with them. Lately, Jose had been ditching his classes and has stopped talking to me, ever since we were done with sophomore year in high school.
When we were in junior year, and things were different.
Without even thinking for a second, I decided to go over to my --now acquaintance --and get answers from him. I grabbed him by the shoulder and asked, "Jose, what's wrong with you?"
"Ay! It's Niki, everybody," Jose exclaimed in a cocky way. His friends were laughing because either they were laughing at a girl, who wore tomboyish clothes, or Jose's new buddies were laughing behind his back. "How's it going, girl? We never talked to each other much."
"That's because you never did," I said, gritting through my teeth and gave an edge of irritation. My cheeks were burning because of the way my friend was acting. "Now what the fuck is your problem?!"
"Nothing, geez!" Jose raised his arms in defense, after I blew a fuse. "Don't be hatin' on me. I've been doing a lot of changes over the summer and look at me now."
Jose turned to his friend and gave them a slap on the hand while laughing. Then, he turned to me. "Besides, I got my new fam, and they'll be lookin' out for me."
"For you," I echoed. "For you?! Are you insane? You're better than this, Jose. That is not like you at all."
"Chill, Niki." He puts his hand in front of me, as if he was trying to calm our conversation down. Though, that was blatantly rude. "You don't know what it's like to be me."
"I already know what you've been through," I yelled at Jose. I remembered during freshmen and sophomore year, Jose had been dealing with a lot of drama. Jose's girlfriend, Timber, had cheated on him, whenever he's not with her.
Then, two of his friends transferred into
different schools, because one of them thought our school was racist. And believe me, he was too high alert about racism and he would get angry at an instant. Jose's other friend had a deal with another school that has the best football team. Both Jose and his friend play football in our high school's team. When his friend got discovered by the greatest football team from another school, he decided to transfer there, leaving Jose in the pit.
What made it even worse was when Jose and his ex girlfriend were trying to be friends as possible. Though, things didn't go so well, because Jose's ex girlfriend was clingy to him. Worst of all, they've been getting fights, as if they're already a married couple. Finally, they stopped talking each other when Timber
dropped the bomb on him. One day, Jose was just talking to his friends, how Timber was so clingy to him. Apparently, she heard Jose's conversation and started spreading rumors around school by twisting and turning Jose's words around. Jose would tell me everything before he changed.
So here I was, standing there and stared straight at Jose, feeling angered by his attitude. "I've already seen your pain, Jose," I reiterrated. "You know that I stuck up for you and helped you a lot. Now you just don't wanna be mister nice guy and get rid of your old friends for new ones?"
Jose licked his own lips, trying to get rid of that dry feeling of pain and guilt. “Listen,” he began. "High school has changed me a lot, and I can no longer deal with my past. The past is long gone, and it’s time for me to move on.”
With innocent eyes, I approached to Jose. “Does that mean you wanna get rid of the friends, who have been sticking up to you for the longest?”
Jose was hesitant now. It looked like he has nothing to say. Instead, Jose murmured, “Look, I gotta go.”
And just like that, Jose walked a bit faster to get away from me. His friends followed
him behind while snickering passed me.
So looking back now, I realized that high school could
change a lot of people in different ways. It’s either for the better or for the worse. But most of the time, high school changed for the worse. It even splits friendship in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter to me anymore. All I knew is that I had to stick up for my for myself
and that’s that. More importantly, I had to keep my heart shielded from negative influences, so I wouldn’t end up like my once best friend. All I gotta do is walk away...
