It seems like the moment you enter high school for the first time, everything is instantly supposed to become cooler. Those cliche high school movies have that been drilled into our heads. In reality, it's the complete opposite. You know what I'm talking about, right? The dreamy football players, the plastics, the cliques that always thought they would remain friends forever? Who could forget the beautiful boy that falls in love with the school nerd?
In all honesty, reality hits you like a freight train and high school is the complete opposite. You've got the meathead jocks, the plastics just turn out to be from a movie. The cliques that think they're friends forever? Half of them will be separated by the end of the year. Oh yeah, the beautiful boy doesn't fall for the nerds, instead it's the cheerleaders. That's the hardest part of high school. You have these bonds with girls or boys and you don't want them to break, or at least that's how I was. I had plenty of those on and off friendships, I mean it was high school, something new happened every single day.
It wasn't until my senior year when I met her. She changed me, made me become the person I am today. Don't get me wrong, it was a great thing, coming out of my shell as fast as I did, it just happened so fast. Our made up friendship became a reality once her and a family member became an item for a few months. Within those months, she became my best friend. We weren't in the same crowd in high school, she was the jock and I was the band kid. It was unnatural for us to hang out together, but we did anyways. Soon my normal lunch seating changed, and I was sitting with people outside of the marching band crowd, I liked it, people actually noticing who I was. For that, I could thank my best friend, because she was the reason it happened. Of course, just like most high school relationships, the relationship she had with my cousin ended, but our friendship continued to grow.
Soon the closed off tight knit friendship we had grew, our duo added three more members, and we were okay with that. No one could mess with what we had. Boundaries? There weren't any with each other, still aren't to this day. It was pretty evened out, three girls and two boys, no drama, we were just a clique we had formed away from your normal high school cliques. You know -- the jocks, preps, nerds, band kids, etc. We didn't have a label, it was just us. We had the occasional floaters that came in and hung out with us, but decided our weird group and bond of friendship was just too much for them. We had no doubts that our friendship was going to stay strong, even after we were graduated and going our own ways in the adult world.
The day came where we were able to toss our green and white graduation caps in the air and officially be able to say we graduated. We all posed in our pictures, three of us wearing caps and gowns, the other two crying because they weren't there with us, considering they still had a whole year left of school. We didn't say goodbye, we all just said, "see you tomorrow," and we did.
