I started 6th grade probably a year ago. Near the start of the year, I befriended... lets call him Pokeman. Me and Pokeman were pretty good friends. I sat with him on the bus home everyday and we talked about video games and stuff. We even played Phoenix Wright a few times. So, one day, I walk to our regular seat and find him talking to someone. GUESS WHOOOOO?

Yup. A. So, I just sit down and mind my own buisness. He introduces me to A. Nothing too special, she seemed nice. Then he tells me about how he's helping A with her plan. I ask what it is.

"Operation Destroy Crystal"

Who the hell is Crystal? That's what I asked. Apparently, A was OBSESSED with a boy named Steve and Crystal was his ex-girlfriend. And A was creating a plan to KILL HER. ...At first, I thought it was just a joke and I even throw in a few weird suggestions. ...Oh, if only I knew.

So me and A started talking on a daily basis and we became friends. And as each day passed, her plans became more... detailed. ...Scarily detailed. This was getting creepy, but I shrugged it off. Anyway, A was becoming a really good friend of mine, even standing up for me whenever bullies come by. Kids started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, but meh. Just rumors. So about 2 months or so later, it's lunch and I see A. I walk by to join her, she looks at me, and... runs away. She did this for about a week. I have no idea why, but I was told it was just normal teenage girl stuff. So I ignored it and I was back to my normal, mild-mannered self. I was eating lunch and guess who walks on by?

... A!

A: Well, well, look who it is...

Me: Oh, hey!

A: Hey... CONDORK!

Me: ...What?

That was the worst and most uncreative insult I have ever heard. "Hey, his name is Connor and I think he's a dork... I'M GONNA CALL HIM CONDORK HURR DE HURR". Anyway, back to the conversation...

A: Stop following me around, cause' I don't like you anymore! You're just a loser who keeps following me around! Y'know what!? YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME AND YOU DON'T WANNA ADMIT IT! GET A LIFE! *Runs off*

Me: ...What. The. Hell.

I never figured out why she just started hating me. I didn't do anything wrong, nothing that I knew of. Anyway, this is where it gets annoying. Every single day, she walked by and made fun of me. Every day. If she didn't wanna be my friend anymore, why didn't she just leave me alone? She even made friends with all the kids who made fun of me and teamed up with Steve to gang up on me. So, I bet you're wondering...

"Gee, Way, aren't you done yet...?"

No. Now shut up and listen. So one day, A comes on by. OH JOY. She keeps bugging me. And bugging me. And bugging me, ranting about how her precious Steve was way better then me. So what I do? I made a jab at Steve. Nothing major. Just a small jab at Steve. That should shut her up... and it did until SHE PICKED UP MY BACKPACK AND THREW IT ON THE ROOF AND BROKE THE DS INSIDE.

That's where it had to stop. So, I reported it. She had to tell her parents about it and try and pay me back. Fair... except she never told he parents. Ever.

I had a good group of friends for a few years (through grades 7-9). Unfortunately I started having some issues in my life around 9th grade (major depression, eating disorder, boyfriend-trouble) and instead of doing what I've heard true friends do (help, support?) they slipped out the back one by one.

The first one stopped talking to me because I was "too depressing". Didn't even bother to tell me that herself, I had to hear it from other people. She still acts like I'm air, even though we're in the same class.

The second one had the same reasoning, plus the claim that I was "in the way of her new friendships". This she told me over MSN, not to my face. Let's also add the facts that when she was "depressed" (depressed my a**, she made a few scratches on her shoulder and showed them off to EVERYONE, and when she was put in treatment she quit it and claimed that her faith saved her. Let's top it off, she completely bashed the way my depression is being treated and thought of me as a worse and weaker person for using a medication.)

Then there was a year older duo that just pretended I disappeared and never stayed in touch.
The fifth one went along with the duo.
The last one was in bad shape as it was and now she doesn't keep contact with me either.

So now I basically spend my days at school completely alone. Since everyone already knows me (on the surface) they don't want to have anything to do with me.

The "prime of my life" hasn't been that great so far.

I'm not sure exactly what age I was when I first became acquainted with , but over the several years we knew each other, she poisoned me against girls so thoroughly that I wanted nothing to do with them for a long while.

Early on, we became close friends. I remember a time when I seriously thought I would marry her as soon as I grew up. It wasn't too long before the first signs of trouble began to show. had an older brother ( ) who knew exactly how to make me laugh. In a sense, he was my hero. He even introduced me to martial arts. This made jealous. I found myself pulled uncomfortably in opposite directions. I liked both of them and wanted to play with both of them. Nothing wrong with that, right? Wrong, according to her. Whenever I wanted to play with , she would make a show of her disappointment. Naturally, this tugged painfully at my heartstrings and she knew it.

As time wore on, she grew increasingly possessive of me. The time came when she demanded all of my attention. Frankly, sometimes what she wanted to do bored me, but I played along because I loved her. And then I turned ten. We were at a local arcade, celebrating my birthday...or at least that was the idea. In her mind, however, my wishes had become utterly irrelevant. She pronounced my ideas for what to do there "dumb" and we spent the rest of my birthday party doing strictly what she wanted to do. That night, I decided that she was no longer my friend and I steadfastly hated girls until 7th grade.

I can't say I ever really had a falling out with a friend, though I did have a falling out with a pretentious cocksucker of an acquaintance, who ended up nearly destroying my circle of friends. I won't get into details, but let's just say I quickly learned why he simply remained an acquaintance.

I did drift apart from a couple of folks, though. Though in one case, one of them drifted away from me when he decided neither I nor our mutual friends were as important as the rest of his new friends. Maybe it's because he stopped being interested in the same things we were, or it might have had something to do with us not kissing as much ass as the rest of his new friends. Oh well. It wouldn't bother me as much, but some of our mutual friends don't seem to be catching on that this "friend" isn't going to break away from his little safe haven of ass-kissers to hang out with the likes of us, even for a moment. I'm not sure what's up; he seems to be the only one out of the ones who have drifted who makes a conscious effort (excuses, inaction, etc) to stay away.

I had started to develop some tender feelings toward a certain woman in the ballet company for which I was dancing. She knew this and derived great amusement from making me squirm. I grew completely disillusioned with her when one night she brought her then-boyfriend backstage and pretended to hump him for my viewing displeasure. They were both reasonably clothed, but my respect for her went through the basement nonetheless.

So, it was another not so interesting day in either grade 7 or grade 8. Honestly, I can't remember. My ability to remember stuff is sort of a mixed bag. Anyways, it was probably in grade 8.

There was a new student that had arrived in our class. I didn't pay attention to anything except the clock during grade 8, so I didn't really catch the guy's name, but I realized he looked a lot like some kid that had moved away halfway through grade 2 (yep, somehow I remembered that particular detail. I didn't even like the guy back then, so I was pretty surprised). So at recess (which I miss so much right now. :p) I noticed he wasn't hanging out with anybody, so I went up and talked to him. I confirmed my suspicion that he was the same kid from grade 2, and then I introduced him to the rest of the group. In less than a week he was already accepted by everyone. Heck, near the end of the year he had even become more popular than I was. But it didn't really bother me.

Anyhow, sometime in May or June of Grade 8, my friend started hanging out with this kid that was a really bad influence. He stopped hanging out with his usual group. I had the lurking suspicion that he was getting into trouble, but when I asked him about it, my friend assured me that he wasn't doing anything bad. So I wrote off my skepticism as a result of watching too much crime TV shows and believed him for the time being.

Over the summer, I didn't hear a word from him. I had no idea what he was up to. Still, I held onto the hope that he wasn't getting into any trouble, because he had told me he wasn't.

First week of school I had my worrisome suspicions cofinrmed. It turns out that over the summer the kid had started drinking and smoking. Excusing one instance when I ran into him on a bike ride, I haven't talked to him since. He wasn't the same guy he was when I hung out with him anyways.

I went to a private school for elementarh school. I was pretty much a nerd then, but I hung out with the Ringleader I guess you could say. But that'll come into play later.

Anyways, I went to kindergarten at this school. I made friends there, but they all moved away. And one gave me lice.

So going into first grade, I was alone. I was picked on by older kids for most of the year. Everyone there knew each other and didn't seem to like people younger than them but I made friends with everyone though. I was best friends with one kid in particular though. His name was Ryan. We did everything together. He didn't understand what went on in school much though, but it had no impact on our friendship.

I then moved on to second grade. My dyslexic(?) friend Jacob who I didn't really do anything with left for some school that helps people with dyslexia. Or something. Anyways, we lost one person. I was friends with Ryan still, but this year I became better friends with everyone else. I became friends with:
Garett, son of a teacher I never had, Brigitte, a girl from Russia who is still, eight years later, in love with said Ringmaster,
Monica, a Mexican girl that everyone thought I loved (though I didn't),
Simona, sheltered girl who's parents are still my dentists,
Peirce, a reletively mysterious kid who is pursuing his dream of becoming a musician and was up-to-date on everything in existance,
and the Ringmaster, Tyler, a kid who ran everything that happened on the playground, gym, anywhere, starting from when he was in kindergarten.
So it was another school year, full of the same drama that you can have with this class in second grade. Except Tyler must have seen potential or something in me, because he started to try to distance me and Ryan. He started to talk to me more and more.

In third grade, no one left. Tyler butted in more and more, until I could only hang out with Ryan when Tyler wasn't in school. (Lol short paragraph)

In fourth grade, we lost Simona and Pierce. I was forced into a world of Tyler. He would invite me to his house all the time. And you cant say no to the coolest kid in school. So I was always in the shadow of charismatic Tyler. He would charm girls into getting his way.

In fifth grade Garett and Ryan tried to damage Tyler's reputation by ignoring him and denying him stuff. They actually managed to pull me out of Tyler's control. We had fun, and we managed to tarnish his reputation more by freeing a few more people from his grip. Halfway through the year, Ryan stopped showing up to school. Kids fell back to Tyler and me and Garett were picked on constantly. Ryan showed up again later, but nothing changed.

Eventually the end of the year came, and since then I've seen Ryan once at Walmart, am Facebook friends with Pierce, and have talked with Garett and that's it. I don't see anyone anymore though. Except for Tyler.

We made up in sixth grade, but he had already changed from the charismatic friend I once knew into a manipulative douche. We had classes with each other, and he even tried to control me then. I made new friends, but he tried to turn me against them. Tom, Jake, Billy, Cody, and Ashlyn stuck out most though. I made it to seventh grade unmanipulated

Okay, I was in elementary school at the time. I had a lot of trouble making friends, and at one point, I just stopped caring. So I mostly spent Recess walking around and stuff. Didn't really care. So imagine how happy I was when a kid walked up to me and asked if I wanted to play.

We played and stuff, ran around, how little kids usually play. It was pretty fun, actually. Anyway, the recess bell rings. Now, before I go on, you should know something. Around Elementary School, I developed a hatred for the sound of finger snapping. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard X2 for me. Yeeeah, I bet you can see were this going.

I turn around to say bye to the kid, and he snaps his fingers right in my ear and runs away laughing. ...OW. I then started to cry ignored it and walked away like a man.

There was this girl named Jessica, who I became friends with in 3rd grade. She wasn't that bad, just about as average as I was. (Ha ha, average.) About in 4th grade, I started getting a little ticked off by some of the things she did (getting juice or milk cartons out of the same box as me at lunch, things like that) and it kinda got worse when she was wanting me to play with her, even when I was with my best friend, who didn't really like her. (Me, back then, kept thinking, "I can play with both of them and be happy!" Stupid little peacekeeper, I was.)
Close to the end of 4th grade, I got into a fight with Jessica, involving the earlier "getting things out of the same box or holder as me" peeve. The funny thing is, I think the rest of my classmates were happy that I fought with her. I didn't see her over the summer that year, but at 5th grade, guess what? We apparently forgot that the fight happen, and were still friends. (Damn heat waves!!)

Throughout Jr. High, the only problem I had with her was that she kept hanging around a girl that had a reputation for crying and tattling on others to get what she wanted when the others would tease her, and I was scared that she'd end up the same way. Sure enough, Jessica ended up being nearly exactly like the other girl, only this time I couldn't really do anything to help her, since she kinda brought it upon herself. Around this time, she got into more fights with my best friend, and I started to think the group known as the "Host Club" I had formed in 6th or 7th grade was falling apart.

We got into High School our 9th grade year, and that was the last year I would end up seeing her. I was still semi-friends with her, but I was trying to be close with my best friend since high school had a rep for breaking ties with friends. Into the 2nd semester (or first), Jessica told me that she would have to move because her dad got a job in Louisiana, her home state. She would be back down for prom that year since she was asked to be someone's date. After one going-away party and one visit before prom, I haven't heard from her since then, especially since she isn't allowed on her Gaia account or on her Myspace.

The funny thing about this? She has a Facebook she's allowed on, and she might actually be talking to my brother on his Facebook. This seems strange, as her parents were rather strict on her time on the Internet. I've also tried to call her for her most recent birthday, but she didn't answer, even when I called 5 times.

So, my first year junior high: start of the year: I have three friends, let's call them S, A and K. S is in my class so I get really close to her. S doesn't care what people think about her, hates girlie stuff and always wears hicking boots to school. Somewhere around easter, S and K start getting annoyed with about everything A does. I don't think this is fair so I stand up for A.(I remember how it is to be all alone) Suddenly S and K start whisperring. K seems to be telling S all kinds of things she doesn't want to tell us. At the end of the day I confront S and ask her what's going on:
S: "K has a problem and she can only tell me because I'm her best friend."
Me: "But wasn't L (an other kid I don't know) your best friend?"
S: "You don't understand: I'm K's best friend, but K isn't my best friend."
Me: *raises eyebrow* But she can trust us, she's our friend too...
S: ignores me for the rest of the day.
Okay, so that evening I send emails, desperate to get an answer.
The only result I got was hatemail, written in high school slang.(things like: everyone thinks I'm a lot cooler now I don't talk to you anymore, you're a stupid and irritating nerd, leave me alone...etc)
My friend A get's even more hatemail and we decided to go to the principle. Even though they told her to make up, she never did. S now wears shoes that look like ballet shoes, pink pullovers and has two ponytails in her hair...(yeah, go figure)
You're now wondering if I'm not done yet: just one more thing:
next week school starts again, and guess who sends an email to "make up" and tell us the "truth", S... What a hypocrit.
I bet she has a split personality (the way she changed over night, is just too creepy)

A and I are now verry good friends.

So me and my 2 bros always go out around where we live, playing footy and other stuff like that.

So one of my bros goes up to secondary school, and makes a friend.

Me and my brothers start to go out and play with him a lot and he becomes our bud.

He then tells us that he has a brother, my age. So we start hanging around with him a lot. We hung out for about 6 months and he became my best friend.

So it's time to go to secondary school for me, and he ends up in my form. He meets all of my friends, and he befriends them. But he didn't seem the same. He was acting as if he were "hard" as we say. He had turned into a douche. But he was a douche on the outside, on the inside he was a tit. An absolute tit.

For some reason, he thought that me and my brother were bullying him, and started to tell people at school that we were. At this point me and my brothers hate him and his brother (he had brainwashed his brother into hating us)

From this point on, I hated everything he done. Every little thing that he done got me angry.

But at one point we were in science classes together, and there was a trip. I wasn't going, but him and a few others were. So they all ask to go, and Mr Teacher asks if they have a note each from the teacher organizing the trip. Everyone except him has one, and the teacher doesn't let him go. So he starts to cry. Call me evil, but at this point I was having trouble not laughing.

And we haven't talked in about 4 years. And I'm glad, because he still isn't the same person.

Oh yeah, and at some point in this story, he wiped dog shit on my cousin. Yes. He had stepped in dog shit while we were out playing, and thought, "Why don't i just step in it a bit more then wipe it on him." This was also one of the reasons why I hate him.

I've been friends with this guy, we'll call him L, for about six years. We met in primary school, we weren't really close, but we were still friends. In our first year in high school, we were pretty much inseperable. Our realtionship just went completly downhill in Second Year. He started insulting everything I liked. At first, I thought he was just playing around, but he kept doing it, so I asked him to stop. He just got worse and worse, then he finally insulted my role model, so I snapped, stomped on his foot and ran off crying.

Later on that year, my sister opened a forum, and in the roleplaying section, L opened a topic for an RP he'd thought of a few years back. Even though I was still angry at him for insulting my role model, I decided to help out, and made three characters for it. After I posted their profiles, L pretty much wet himself laughing and refered to them as the Mary-Sue trio. I will admit, they were quite Sue-ish, but his was a blatant self insert. I asked him how they were Sue-ish, he replied "They just are!" and never answered my questions.

After a few months, we somehow made up. I can't remember how it happened, but we were as close as we were the year before. That was until I met my role model one day, I got it autograph. I pretty much told everyone about this, and I was just really happy. Then, he dragged my mood down completly. He said he was self-harming.
My sister was pouring her heart out to him and I was giving him a lecture. He stopped talking for a while and me and my sister started arguing. Then he started laughing and said "You actually thought I was self-harming?!"
I got REALLY angry and slapped him. And he wondered why I got really angry and left.

We didn't talk for a while after that, but after a while, we started talking again. We weren't as close, but we still spoke. After we got into Third Year, we never saw each other, because I moved schools. I was talking to him on MSN, and he asked me why I wasn't going to school, I told him it was because I moved. After that, he was worse than ever. He started to insult my friends. I've actually never been more annoyed at him when he did that. I can't stand people I love being insulted like that. . After two months, he stopped insulting them, then moved onto insulting me. One day, when we were talking on MSN, he wouldn't stop insulting me, so I asked him why he was doing this to me, and the conversation went like this



PostPosted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 4:47 pm
I've been friends with this guy, we'll call him L, for about six years. We met in primary school, we weren't really close, but we were still friends. In our first year in high school, we were pretty much inseperable. Our realtionship just went completly downhill in Second Year. He started insulting everything I liked. At first, I thought he was just playing around, but he kept doing it, so I asked him to stop. He just got worse and worse, then he finally insulted my role model, so I snapped, stomped on his foot and ran off crying.

Later on that year, my sister opened a forum, and in the roleplaying section, L opened a topic for an RP he'd thought of a few years back. Even though I was still angry at him for insulting my role model, I decided to help out, and made three characters for it. After I posted their profiles, L pretty much wet himself laughing and refered to them as the Mary-Sue trio. I will admit, they were quite Sue-ish, but his was a blatant self insert. I asked him how they were Sue-ish, he replied "They just are!" and never answered my questions.

After a few months, we somehow made up. I can't remember how it happened, but we were as close as we were the year before. That was until I met my role model one day, I got it autograph. I pretty much told everyone about this, and I was just really happy. Then, he dragged my mood down completly. He said he was self-harming.
My sister was pouring her heart out to him and I was giving him a lecture. He stopped talking for a while and me and my sister started arguing. Then he started laughing and said "You actually thought I was self-harming?!"
I got REALLY angry and slapped him. And he wondered why I got really angry and left.

We didn't talk for a while after that, but after a while, we started talking again. We weren't as close, but we still spoke. After we got into Third Year, we never saw each other, because I moved schools. I was talking to him on MSN, and he asked me why I wasn't going to school, I told him it was because I moved. After that, he was worse than ever. He started to insult my friends. I've actually never been more annoyed at him when he did that. I can't stand people I love being insulted like that. . After two months, he stopped insulting them, then moved onto insulting me. One day, when we were talking on MSN, he wouldn't stop insulting me, so I asked him why he was doing this to me, and the conversation went like this:
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L: And once again it seems you've nothing better to do than quiz me
Me: And you have nothing better to do than berate me..that's a surprise
L: If you don't enjoy it, which I doubt you do, don't give me a desire to do so.
Me: You shouldn't be doing it anyway,
L: I'm aware.
Me: Then why do it? If you know I don't like it, then why?
L: Because it's the internet.
Me: That's not an excuse!
L: I come online to enjoy myself, not to waste time and energy engaging in pointless and tedious arguments with you over the slightest thing I say that displeases you.
Me: Then why do it?
L: Why? You think I enjoy this stupidity I find myself embroilled in almost every time I go online?
Me: If you did not do it then I'd have no reason to believe it
L: are you going to keep this going?
Me: Are you?
L: Is it not obvious?
Me: You're acting as if you won't stop...
L: You think I won't stop?
Me: Yes
L: I don't even want to start
Me: Then why cause it to start?
L: It's not intentional.
Me: How not? You should know by now what angers me
L: I say nothing with the intent of getting a reaction out of you.
Me: Oh? Then why do it?
L: If you nothing positive to say to me, I'll be off now. I've got things to get back to.
Me: I want answers!
L: You'll need to wait untill I want to give you them.
Good night, Miss Detective.

After this conversation, I had adopted the nickname "Miss Detective."
I will admit, I wasn't exactly being polite, but he was acting as if he didn't know what made me get this angry and upset, but he keeps going on about how well he knows me.

About two weeks ago, he was looking for ideas for his RP, I was giving him some, but he wasn't responding to them. I asked him "Are you even listening to me?", he replied "To be honest, no. I never listen to you." I flipped out at him then logged off.

A few days later, after I had calmed down slightly, I asked him if we could finsh one of the roleplays we had because it ended suddenly. He said "When I get to that part in the game" (he's making a game for it on a RPG maker.) I told him this could take over a year because it happens near the end of the story, and I wouldn't be avaliable because I'd be going to college. He said "Are you serious? You're even younger than me!" I had to remind him that he was three DAYS younger than me and not three years. He asked me why I need to go to college next year, I told him I couldn't get all the qualifications I needed at the school I was at. He pretty much demanded that I went back to the school I was at, I told him that the reason why I left in the first place was because I hated the place. I hated the majority of the teachers because most of them hated me because I had my hair dyed bright red, I hated the majority of the students because they couldn't accept me because I was different from them. I hated the building, it was far too big, and the idiots of the school blocked the hallways, and made it almost impossible to get to class on time. Most of the teachers would shout at me for being late and refused to listen to me. They would just go "Walk faster" or "Push past them". I'm a 4ft 5 female who is built like a twig. I can't push past them, and I can't walk quicker because the other students are blocking the hallways. After I reminded L about this he just said "I don't care, just do it. It's better for everyone and you're too young to go to college."

One day im again face-to-face, and we talked about the RP, and he said "I have a plan for DGL (the name of the RP), but I want to keep it a secret". I asked him "Can you tell me? I'm actually quite interested." He replied "No! It's a secret, I won't tell you!". I said "If you weren't going to tell me then, why the hell did you bring it up?!" He didn't reply, and he tried to convince me to not kill one of my characters. His reason was "You spent so much time working on her, it would be a waste to get rid of her" OK, it sounds reasonable, but he hated her when I first posted her profile, her new one hasn't changed much, or at least it hasn't changed enough to change one's opinons on her. His reason for suddenly deciding he likes her is when he found out she was blonde. He has a very frightining fetish for blondes. He keeps hiding secrets from me, so I quit all the RPs he made for a number of reasons. I made a journal about it.

So,, he opened the RP again, and the reason why he opened it was the procastination issue. But his opening line was quite rude..."Alright, after much procrastinating and a certain someone who shall not be named at this point leaving the project, I've decided to start seriously. I will strive to make DGL even better than the last two times." Honestly L, is it really hard to type: "Alright, after much procrastinating and The Eleventh Doctor (my username on that site) leaving the project, I've decided to start seriously. I will strive to make DGL even better than the last two times." Seriously, mate, it makes you seem less rude, but I am one of the very few people who stands up to his crap. One of my other friends can't stand him either, and she stands up to him, and he bitched about her for about an hour claiming "Her only good quality is her looks!". I found that really offensive, M is a lovely girl who's personality matches her looks, she's beautiful, and I don't usually say that about girls. Ok, I rambled a bit there.....anyway, back to the topic at hand... I spoke to him on MSN after a long break, this is what happened to begin with:


Anyhoo, we started talking about pointless crap, even though I was rather relucant.
To kill time, I went offline for a while to watch Glee on CHannel 4. I missed almost all of it, so I had to watch it again on C4 +1. When I came back online, an hour and a half later, I asked him if he had finsihed the templates yet, he said no, and pretty much said he was procastinating. I told him not to procastinate. This is what happened:


And then he logged off...he didn't even seem remotley sorry at all...there was just some small part of me that hoped that he had changed back to same kid I knew when I was 12...but I was mistaken..I felt like a foolishly foolish fool....
Also, when we were talking about useless crap, he asked if I'd seen LittleKuriboh's video "LEather Pants". I said yes. He said that us two should do that to my sister. I was against the idea, as a whole, but then he came with this gem "And Sheena will be in her underpants in the middle of the street!"

This is what happened when I asked for my apology again


After my sister spoke to him about his attitude, he sent a fake apology e-mail.

It seemed genuine, but I knew there was something off about it. For me, it was too perfect.
I replied to it


After this, he was being far too nice, almost like he was trying far too hard to get on my good side, and about a month later, he went straight back to berating me, and aftewards, tried to act like nothing had happened.

I'm giving him one more chance, and if he messes up again, he can bugger the hell off.

So in middle school, before I ended the tedious process of Tyler abusing me ie pushing me out of my chair in science just because he's a dick faux-friendship with Tyler I made a friend. His name is Billy. He was always happy. Now me and Billy were in Reading and Math together. We didn't ever talk in Math. Dunno. It was a weird class. But in Reading we would be partners for everything. So we were best friends, me, Billy and Tom (who is still my friend). We hung out all summer. Though it was always at my house which they now constantly mock >_>).

In seventh grade, Billy seemed different. First day of school, he already got into a screaming-death-threats-at-kids-rage. He was always angry. He would yell at people literally most of the day. The teachers, quite honestly, ignored him. After a month it got old. Anyways, he did this all the way until November 22nd. Then a kid named Cody, well, to put it metaphorically, threw the flare into the gas station. In lunch that day, he was throwing pieces of the under-cooked chicken that's served daily at Billy. Since Billy was my friend, I went over to Cody and asked him to stop. He slapped the shit outta my face, earning some "Ooh!"s and "Ouch!" es and even a few "That poor kid!"s out of the table of hot girls. Since I'm calm and laidback, I let it slide. I just walked away. Billy, on the other hand, runs over and beats the living hell out of Cody. He hit him with trays of food, he punched him, kicked him, and threw a chair at him. And at first I thought "Holy shit! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!". Later I thought "Did he do that because Cody hit me?" I asked him, and Billy, telling the complete and utter truth, says "I did that because he got some chicken in my food."

In eighth grade, I've had it with Billy. Everything he did was only to degrade me. Mocking my house as loud as possible, trying to push me down the stairs, pushing me into a creek (I had no extra clothes, my DS in my pocket, and the water was cold as balls). He even started trying to beat me up. Honestly, he poses no threat to me. He jumped on my back and I jumped backwards against the lockers. But in tech, he tried putting my hands through the saws.

He'd completely changed after the fight in the lunchroom. Everything I did pissed him off, while he was God's gift. He could do anything and "not got in trouble because the teachers love me!" Haha. Yea. More like you did everything where no one of authority could see you. And he wants to be a criminal. Bah! He's afraid to use an emulator. Hell, he won't even download music because "since I have an older iPod, iTunes probably made it illegal to download anything onto it."

Basically, he became a raging moron. And he blamed it on "stress" and his sister. Honestly, I kinda believe the latter might have contributed a little bit. Annoying as hell, she is.
Oh, I forgot the best part! He would, as loud as possible, talk about the most inappropriate things. Such as "I'm so gonna get a girlfriend before I leave high-school and I'm gonna fuck the brains outta her!" And he would have one-sided arguments with me about how his (empty) lovelife was way more successful than my (admittedly empty) lovelife. And one-sided comparisons of penis-length. Thank god I learned to tune him out.

And I was faking a friendship quite well until a couple of days ago when Billy's dumbshit sister walks up to my dumbass sister and says "I heard Andrew and Billy got in a fight." (Which I haven't even heard of) My sister replies "Yea. My brother pretty much hates your brother."

So, when I was 11, in my first year of High School (British high school, that is), I managed to become fast friends with a boy we'll be calling W. We somehow managed to immediately click - my best friend K already knew him from some holiday club that they both went to, and he managed to quickly secure a place in my mind as one of the most hilarious people I've ever met. His mannerisms were quirky and annoying, but they defined his character. For example, he had the most high pitched, loud laugh you may ever hear in a boy, but his voice was actually one of the first to break.

Even when my best friend moved to Ireland when we were all about 13, me and W remained close friends. We were practically inseparable - we would sit in the back of Maths class and gossip, telling and sharing secrets despite getting constantly told off by our teacher.

However, once we were about 14, the 'popular' clique started getting closer to W. I wasn't worried or jealous, because I was practically skintight with my other friends, so I left him to his own thing. We were still really close, and he even managed to tell me, and only me, that he thought he might be gay. I helped him through all of that worry, helped him come out of the closet, and life went on.

But about a year later, we all found out that he had picked up smoking. Me and my friends have always had this steadfast belief and almost unspoken promise to one another that we would never do anything stupid like smoke, do drugs or self harm. So of course, we all expressed out disappointment to W, but he completely flipped out, saying that we weren't accepting him for who he was.

There were a few months where we had drifted slightly apart, but then me and W started sharing ICT lessons together. We got talking again, and soon enough we were friends again, laughing and joking and getting yelled at all over again. We were once again inseparable, but my friends still didn't quite trust him. After all, he had disappointed them, and they never had been as close to him as me.

But then we found out that he had been doing weed as well. This time, it was me who flipped out completely. I thought it would be something that he would have at least told me about, or apologised for - he knew that I would have accepted it. It was the fact that we only found out by seeing him behind the train station with the 'populars' smoking it. He yelled back, saying that I had no right to be angry, which was bullshit because he knew exactly that it could have been avoided by just telling us.

We drifted apart again, but this time we didn't make up. He pretty much never hangs around with my circle any more, choosing instead to be with the 'popular' people and smoke, tobacco and weed on occasion. And to be quite frank, I couldn't care less any more. Sure, I do care about him, but if he chooses to do that to his body, so be it.

He used to be a funny, normal and hatealbe guy. One of his traits was that he always gotta be the one who wins an argument, even though you had won, however that ain't the problem about him. The real problem occured when he had to retake a class. He went to an other school and got the change to learn properly (sounds weird I know). Since then, his attitude changed like 180 degrees. He used to go to sleep at, I around 2 AM or so, now he goes to bed at around 9 pm (he is 17 years old and turns 18 this November). This still ain't the main issue, I mean everyone can go to sleep when he wants, but it stretched out on the weekends, so if he visits ya he goes home very early which quite pissed me off. Also he turned into a "better person", like he thinks that he is something better than a friend of mine and me, the epic thing is that he fly off school after being a "better person". A little extra point is that he doubted me to have stolen his Nintendo Ds. He based that deduction due to the fact that my and his ds are both black >_>. This may sounds weird to some and kinda stupid, but you actually need to know him to get why he is that hateable