In a small, chaotic classroom in the middle school, there was an extremely strange and annoying girl who talked about the stupidest things. She stared at me during the randomest times, and it felt like she was watching my every move. She thought the world revolved around her when it didn't. I. Couldn't. Stand. Her.

My best friend at the time came up to me every morning before school began and talked to me. We would talk about the strangest things. As the year went on, more people began joining our "clique" and gossiped with us every morning. I liked most of the people in our group except one girl. She was the snottiest, most preppiest girl I'd ever met.

This girl was in one of my classes, but we never talked because she had always gotten on my nerves. Her voice was so annoying. I wanted to tell her to never speak again because the sound of her voice made my eardrums hurt. But I didn't. Since this was my second year in middle school, I'd known her for two years. Two years too long.

She would come up to us every day and talk about herself. That was the only thing she ever talked about. It seemed like that was the only thing she ever cared about. I was getting so annoyed with her and I made sure she knew it. Every time I looked at her, she was staring at me with a disgusted look on her face. Eventually, I began doing that to her too because I wanted her to know how it feels to be looked at with that kind of facial expression.

When we heard the morning bell ring, we would all split up to go to our homeroom classes. I was about ready to step foot in my class when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I instantly got a chill.

I turned around immediately and found myself face to face with that hideous blonde girl. I wanted to tell her not to touch me ever again, but the words didn't come out of my mouth. For some odd reason, they just couldnt.

"Hey. I just wanted to apologize," she said in a low tone of voice, kind of like a whisper.
In an astonished tone, I replied "For what? We never talk."

"I know. That's why I'm apologizing, I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot and I wanted to see if we could change that."

"Oh. I have to go. I don't want to be late to homeroom. See you around."
I went on throughout the day, feeling a little bit of guilt because of the way I had treated her. She had enough courage to come up to me and apologize and I made her feel terrible. I didn't want her to think of me as that rude girl. I didn't mean to make her feel embarrassed, but I did.

When I got home from school that day, I went directly to my bedroom to do my homework like I did every other night. I was halfway through an extremely frustrating math problem when my mom walked in my room and said that someone was on the phone for me. I never got phone calls.
"Hello," I said in a very scared voice.

"Hi, this is the girl at school that you hate with a passion. I never could understand why you didnt like me and I probably never will. But I just wanted to tell you again that whatever I did to you, I am sincerely sorry. Please forgive me."

Many questions wandered through my head. How did she get my phone number? Is she stalking me now? Why does she want to be my friend when I can't stand her? I didn't know the answer to any of these questions and for some reason, I never thought I would.

"I'm glad you had enough courage to call me and tell me how sorry you are. I should be the one apologizing to you. I was wrong for treating you the way I did and judging you when I had no right to," I told her.

There was a change in her voice when she said, "Thank you. That means a lot to me. I hope we can be friends soon."

As soon as I heard her say that, I instantly felt relieved. I was expecting her to blow up on me and say that she was right and that I'm not a good person, but she didn't.

The next day at school, when I was hanging out with my best friend, somebody ran up behind me and attacked me with a big bear hug I had no idea who it was until I turned around. It was that girl.