How To Tell A True High School Story

A true high school story is a roller coaster of emotions. One minute, you’re feeling relaxed and excited and certain and loved and determined and courageous and lucky and blessed and confident. The next, you’re feeling unsure and irritated and upset and alone and terrified and crushed and unhappy and lousy and vulnerable and bitter.
Over the past two and almost a quarter years of my high school career, I have made so many memories. Some good. Some bad. The story I am about to tell you is both good and bad. This year for homecoming, my three best friends and I decided to go together. We also decided that the four of us were always going to be together. I was excited for homecoming. I was eager to get there. I was certain that homecoming was going to be a lot of fun. Three hours of me hanging with my three best friends. What could go wrong? Once we bought our tickets, I told my three best friends that I needed to go to the bathroom and that I would meet them inside. Five minutes later, I walk into the gym, where the homecoming dance was taking place, and my three best friends were each on a different side of the four sided dance floor with their other friends. I turn left and I see Aaron with the jocks. I look straight ahead and I see Blake witht the band geeks. I turn right and I see Jake with the goth kids. I was alone. Suddenly, being alone no longer mattered. Now, I was p-----. Are you guys f***ing serious? You guys are supposed to be my three best friends. You guys are not supposed to run off and ditch me like that. F*** you guys. I don’t need you guys anyway. So, I slowly walked over to an unoccupied, black couch and sat down. It wasn’t very comfortable to sit on. I was about to text my mom to come pick me up when three warm hands were rubbing my back. It was my three best friends. One by one, they apologized for their actions. As they spoke, I started to think about whether or not I was going to forgive or condemn them for what they did to me. Then, I realized that these were my three best friends I was thinking about condemning. I didn’t want to lose my three best friends. So I forgave them and the rest of the night was irrelevant.

A true high school story is hard to live in sometimes. Friendship problems, relationship problems, family problems, school problems, problem problems. But think about this. Only one and almost three quarters left of my high school career until I graduate. Then the story ends. What happens after this story ends?