We all have that one friend that forever changes us, unfortunately I had about four, and only one changed me for the better. Now, now, that isn't fair, without these experiences, I may not be the person I am now. So let us say: We live, we learn. (At least we hope we learn)
Grade: End of Eighth & Ninth. Age: 14-15. Friend: Kelly Knight. << an alias. ;-)
Imagine if you will. For a short time I was a pretty innocent girl, shy, never kissed a boy (not really), danced with a boy only once (I'll share that story another time), and was a book nerd. Straight A's, honors classes, and a proud member of the school team that competed in Olympiads: Science, Math, and Geography. If you don't know what Scholastic Olympiads are; there is a great movie that shows how nerdy they can really get: Hairbrained (It's on Netflix, and no, I am not getting any advertising dollars for this show, I actually liked it, cute story). Knowing this about me, you must also keep in mind that even though I started to spiral down, no adult would ever know: Why? I kept my grades at A's, was very polite, and never, never got caught. Well Once, but that is another story.
It was Choir Class, midway through my 8th grade year when Kelly walked into the room. I must say she took my breath away. She was tall, had jet-black hair, sparkling blue eyes, wore a hat, a spring dress, and wore bright red lipstick. She was so cool looking. (It's funny how children judge a person off their looks. Well, I think many of us do). It was in this moment that I knew I had to be her friend. And how easy it would be: She had a crush on my secret friend's friend. (That sounded weird, to explain: One of my best friends was a guy, Sean. He was a skater. In order to keep my good-girl profile, and in order to keep Sean's dark secret, we never hung out at school. It was his best friend that she liked.) After learning about this, I promptly made friends with her and promised her to take her over to my friend's house when the boy was there.
Ah, good times. The first month was simply a fairytale for me. I would leave my home early, get to her house, and we would get ready, talk about boys, and that would be it, a simple little story of me finding a really cool friend. BUT, this is about the girl who changed my life. I was reading at the time: Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov (We'll get to the side story on this another time). I should have never told my friend about this book, and I should have never introduced her to that boy. (What I didn't know about Kelly, but found out a year later, is that she was sent to live with her dad because she had tried to kill herself when her boyfriend broke up with her)
I am dragging this on, so let us cut to the first meat and potatoes of the story: She kept asking me who I liked, who do I like? Who do I like? No one, not a one. (At another time I will tell you about my first dance, and maybe you will understand why I didn't have another boyfriend for over a year). She didn't believe me, which she shouldn't have, because I did like someone. But who? I sigh, because hopefully my mother isn't reading this. It was a teacher, not one of my teacher's but a teacher at my school. She laughed when I told her his name, let's call him Mr. X. Why did she laugh? He was not attractive and though he was a very nice man, she couldn't see why I adored him so much. Then I told her about this wonderful movie I saw, so romantic. Always, below is the trailer (Sorry, best copy I could find, its only 1.23 minutes, the video loops or something)
After a few months of hints, nudges, and even a couple drives home from school. I found myself inside Mr. X's house.
Hope to have you join me tomorrow. As always, have a beautiful day. And know this: Bad girl's don't necessarily have more fun, just more drama...drama that can turn into a dark nightmare.