This Isn't Going to Happen Twice Martha Urena
I remember when I had a problem. It was horrible. It was at Edward Robertson Taylor Elementary School. In school, I could see lots of kids running and getting in trouble. I could hear kids screaming. It was sunny, but it was getting foggy.
I had told my friend that I liked a boy from school. His name was Francisco. Francisco was the first boy I liked. He had spiky hair not that long or short. He was tall and skinny and with a bright, big smile and white, straight teeth. He walked pretty funny. He smiled at every person he saw like he was thinking of something. He liked to play soccer. He was actually pretty good. He watched scary movies. He liked to be scared. When I saw him, I talked to him and hung around with him. My friend supposedly tried to get us together, but when I turned around, I saw her flirting with him. I got kind of jealous, but I still thought she was helping me. I was kind of mad at her.
"How could you do that? I thought you were my friend, and you knew I liked him," I screamed.
"But I like him too," she screamed back at me.
"What? How could you!" I yelled.
"I'm so sorry," she declared, scared.
"Whatever," I angrily responded.
It was time to go inside to class, and she had the same class as me. She was just smiling at me. Then the teacher gave us free time. I went to talk to my other friends. I told them what had happened. She came up to me and told me that she was sorry and that she still wanted to talk to me. I told her not to talk to me right now. I needed to think about it. She went to sit at her desk, and she started crying. I felt really bad. I went up to her and told her that I still wanted to talk to her. She got happy and started to hug me and started crying even more because she was happy.
Then Francisco came up to both of us and told us that he wanted to go out with one of us. He said he wanted to go out with me. I saw my friend; she started to smile at me and told me to say yes. I thought about it and I knew my friend was kind of jealous and sad, so I said no. He got mad and kind of sad. Then he asked me if we could at least be friends. I said, "Sure why not?"
The reason I still talked to my friend was because I knew her since pre-kindergarten, and she was like my sister. I met Francisco in the fifth grade. I wasn't going to let a boy I barely met in the fifth grade ruin our friendship. I told my friend, "Friends are forever, and boys are whatever." I still talk to her right now, but she goes to another school. I learned that no boy is going to get in the way of my friendship with another girl.
About the AuthorI was born in San Francisco at General Hospital on December 30, 1994. I love to play soccer, sing and also dance. I have two older sisters and brothers. When I grow up, I want to be a lawyer because I like to help people. My whole family is from Jalisco, Mexico. I wish I could go to Mexico and meet my two aunties down there, but I just can't leave my family.
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