As a teen my pre-blessed mornings begin as any other teens’ in America: filled with excitement from being rushed by your mom telling you to get up for the third time!Waking up is no sweat, but getting up is where the workout begins. As I literally threw myself out of bed—a very effective way of making sure you’ll wake up, but it still hurt—I thought to myself, “Something tells me today is going to be different.” Was it the fact that it was mid- December and snow wasn't present? Instead of stoping to find the solution that may change my life I quickly got dressed; sweeping on my crispy white dress shirt, khaki pants, and black leather moccasins in hopes of being the epiphany of Target employees. As I left, something seemed too innocent about the day; so ignore it and moved on running to get to the car before my mom so if I’m late I can blame my her—although it never works. As my mom nags me to the brink of death about how I need to have better time management skills something slips by: something important!
“Helen, be prepared for me to pick you up early from school today”
Whoa there! Did this really just happen? Am I actually going to get a break from school? Oh don’t get me wrong, I love the way that one teacher in the halls stalks your every move making sure you don’t have too much fun by breathing too hard. I especially love the tons and tons of wide load homework that teachers give you and expect for you to finish in one night, all correct, and without complaint like the little robot your parents constructed you to be. Oh how am I going to miss all of that luxurious stress? As my mom drops me off at school the sedentary life of a student hits so I blank out most of the day until la clase de Espanol.
During Spanish class, a sudden pause occurs and within that pause a feeling as though something bad is about to happen and it involves me. You know I, myself is having way too much of fabulous time chatting it up with my B.F.F.s Alexia and Victoria as a teen to pay attention to that! I have to give all my attention to my perfect hair; which is never perfect when I wake up, my flawless face; well except for that one zit that never wants to leave so it turns into a mole, and finding love; then hating every single aspect of love and the person whom just broke your heart 1 minute 38.7 seconds ago. After wasting 15 minutes of class time, I decide to get some work done and make my teacher proud by grabbing my a book to do citations. As I return, my friend Alexia is sitting in my seat--Oh that Alexia always finding ways to make me laugh and enjoy life a little too much. You know as a teen girl we tend to take things too serious and assume things which make matters worse and create awkward moments between family, friends, random bystanders, and occasionally the boss. Don’t get me wrong it all works out in the end when applying to be on Basketball Wives, Bad Girls’ Club or even a random family relative on The Braxton’s. After 15 minutes and 36 seconds of raising voices, lowering voices, running over one another’s words, pointing fingers, name calling, people starring with their mouths gaped wide opened waiting for a fly to swoop in and call it home: Alexia and I as friends were done.
After Alexia and I’s friendship was terminated, it hit me that was the bad feeling I was getting all day this was those pauses I shouldn’t have ignored! Why did I do that? Oh yeah now I remember why; because I was way too busy making sure I was looking photo booth babe ready for any unexpected paparazzi—I can be famous at any moment! In World History, the period after Spanish, although I was still heated I was hurt, hurt to know I lost a great friend that I talked to every moment, a great friend whom I told something about myself to that no one else knew, a great friend whom I felt as though I can express all of my goofiness to and not be ashamed 5.3 seconds later, and most of all a great friend that didn’t judge behind one’s back.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! (Dr. Wessel skates by ten desks and Super-Manning over a pencil to answer the phone before the front desk has it hear,
“…If you would like to make a call please hang up and try again.”
Dr. Wessel: “Yes?”
Front Desk: “Please send Helen McNeil down to the front office for an early dismissal!”
Dr. Wessel: “Okay.”
Well at least I don’t have to stay in school trying to be cool acting like nothing ever happen between Alexia and I for whenever people wanted to ask about what happen, or stare at you as though you had a third eyeball forming out of your left earlobe. Rushing to my locker, head pleasantly filled with the new accompany of stress that’s been longed missed! At that point, I’m holding back tears of joy as I see my mom so I can bombard her with my pre-Basketball Wives’ drama. The next day, Alexia and I totally ignored one another as if one was a dried up piece of gum left underneath the chalkboard eraser back in 2007. Sadly, this went on for what felt like my entire teen life- but you know it didn’t because at some point we had to make up like in Glee. Three point seven-five months later, Alexia and I began to mutually talk and dare I say it look at one another. It was extremely awkward and surprising at first when we talked again due to the thought that friendship is the least likely thing to ever come up again! The chances of friendship were compared to the chances of a squirrel trying to cross the I-90 at 6:55am (Not going to happen!) Today, at this point in time, Alexia and I are gladly friends again and wish for an encounter like before to never occur again! Although I know our friendship and bond between one another won’t ever be the same, I’m just glad we’re back to doing stereotypical accents!
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