The
stress, the pressure. Bitchy teachers and
pointless classes. Strict rules, limited freedom. Bad
grades. Lockers that stick, lockers next to the worst
people, lockers nowhere near any of your classes. Crowded
hallways, crowded lunchrooms. People laughing at
you, people looking at you, people talking about
you. People hating you. Hating people. Getting
judged. Trying to fit in and get into the right groups.
The cliques. The rumors. Not knowing the
right things to say, never getting it right. Watching the
popular girls get whatever they want. Jealousy.
Crying in the bathrooms. Feeling left
out. Secrets. Whispers. Always being second best.
Loosing friends. Getting friends stolen. The long crushes
where he doesn't even care that you exist. The breakups.
Getting made fun of. Hating life, loosing hope.
Low self-esteem. Everyone emotional,
everyone over dramatic. Trying to be
perfect, trying to get people to like you. Not
getting a boyfriend. Getting asked out by all the wrong
people. Not being invited. The back-stabbers. The lame
dances. Not being asked to dance.
Everyone knowing your business. Cranky friends that don't
care. Trying to help everyone else. Not knowing who you
are. Falling for a guy. That one boy.
Not being able to think about anything but him. Doodling
his name. Trying to talk to him. Being near
him.
Crying over
him. He doesn't like you. Crying to your best
friend. Hugging your best friend. Going to her
house to feel better. The movies, the ice cream, the
secrets shared. Staying up all night. Texting constantly.
Talking on the phone for hours. Making faces across
classrooms. The inside jokes, the good
times. Having parties, sleepovers, going to the
mall. Meeting new people and becoming friends. Becoming
best friends. The silly trends. Getting noticed for the
first time. Flirting. Sitting with the
group at lunch. Passing notes, giggling. Picking out the
perfect outfit. Acting crazy, being crazy. Having fun.
Being kids. Falling for guys.
The boyfriends, the hugs and the kisses.
That warm feeling of knowing somebody likes you. Going to
see movies. Just hanging between classes. Notes
in lockers. Smiles. Talking for hours.
Slow-dancing in the gym. Helping each other through
classes. Making fun of the teachers. Fridays. The weekend
hang-outs. The lame jokes everyone laughs at anyways.
Watching movies. Doing homework the period before
its due, not studying for tests and still
passing classes. Getting to know
everybody.
Finding yourself,
being yourself
.
...I'll
miss
middle
school.
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xshieldsx49 · 1 decade ago
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thanks, now you made me miss it too.