If I were ever given a chance to change a moment in my life I would go back to my third grade year 2008-2009. There was this person that I wish that I never met. The person was in my third grade class who was new to the school. I had the habit to introduce myself to new students because I enjoyed making new friends. I would go back and stop myself from interacting with this person because he will cause me so much pain in the future.

I went up to the person and said, “Hello welcome to Lincoln elementary.” Then he said, “Hello.” Later on we started talking more as the year went by. Then we became friends. I saw he could be despicable at times. He sometimes would call people names and was a huge tattler. He would tell the yard duties the he did that or she did this to him even though nobody did anything wrong. He especially would tell on these two nice kids that are cousins and that had excellent behavior. I felt really bad for those two kids because they were very kind to everyone and they didn’t deserve to be treated that way. He also called me horrible names he also treated me and my other friends like we were his minions like he was the boss of us because he was a year older than everyone.

I had trouble standing up to him, if I didn’t do what he asked he would tell all these lies to the teachers to get me into trouble. For that reason I didn’t speak up when he tried getting someone into trouble. One day he tried blaming two of my friends that they wrote graffiti on a tree and they could have gotten suspended or get a phone call home. When the teacher said, “Is this true.” I stood there silent for a minute. “No its not, they have nothing to do with any of this, none of us wrote this.” “Leave these two alone,” the teacher said to the kid. He was mad at me and left me alone for a while. I wasn’t going to let my friends get in trouble for no reason and at the point I didn’t really care if he was mad at me.

Fast forwarding to the fourth grade on the last day of school. It was yearbook signing time and the kid asked if he could borrow my pencil. “Can I have my pencil back now,” I said. “Not yet,” he replied. I asked again then he said the same thing. He wouldn’t give me my pencil back even though he wasn’t doing anything with it. He was acting like it was his now. I snapped, I was so tired of him pushing me around. I went up to him to get my pencil back. He got aggressive. Then I heard a tear, he ripped the last page of his yearbook. After that he ran to the teacher in tears to convince her I was guilty. Then she took both of us to the principal’s office to resolve our problem. We talked it out. Later on we went back to class. We apologized to each other and talked. Then the school year finally ended.

I talked to my mom about what happened when I got home. “You shouldn’t let anyone treat that way, he is not a real friend if he treats you badly,” she said. “I understand mom,” I said. After our talk I thought for a while if should ever be friends with that person again. When fifth grade started I never spoke him again and nobody wanted to be his friend for how much trouble he caused To this day he still goes to he same school and I just ignore him. I always wondered how my life would be if I never met him. What I learned from this is that you shouldn’t let anyone push you around that you should treat people how you want to be treated. You should get to know someone first before you consider someone your friend.