Nothing in life lasts forever. Multiple times in the span of my years, my perfect image of life was ruined.  The whole direction of my  life changed.  Everything started with a light breeze and BAM! The storm hit. Everything that I doubted would ever happen to me occurred all at once. Parents divorcing, losing my best friend, being bullied. All right before my very eyes. Nothing in life lasts forever. This I believe.
When I was in kindergarten, I imagined the perfect life. Married parents, long lasting friends, and harmony all throughout. Everything was just the way it was supposed to be. At school, I had tons of friends, so it had seemed, and all of my teachers seemed to fall in love with my personality and antics. It felt as close to perfect as it could be; it almost seemed unreal. My younger years were the times when my utopia had lasted, but the storm hadn't been close to hitting. Little did I know that my happy and perfect life was going to become modified in just a matter of time.
My first few months in middle school I believed was going great. I had met new people and adapted to a totally different atmosphere than I was used to. The school had offered sports to participate in such as cheerleading. Cheer had been my passion since I was in third grade, but I needed a more intense curriculum to train seriously. Instead of joining cheerleading at school, I had found the cheerleading gym Midwest Xplosion which is an all star cheer gym in Commerce, Michigan.
My schedule had filled up rapidly and I had no time to hang out with my friends outside of school and some of my friends had despised it. All of a sudden, a false rumor went around about me that I was this annoying geek who stinks at everything and is extremely selfish. After this, no one talked to me or even picked me as their partner for projects. Everyone was too embarrassed to talk or even to be seen with me. Tons of my friends ignored me, including my best friend. Some of my peers would tease me and it felt like no one stuck up for me whatsoever. Most days as soon as I got home, I ran up the carpeted stairs up to my room and quietly wept. This was just the beginning of the storm.
Weeks after this, my parents told me that they were going to get divorced. I just couldn’t believe what just happened. Everything just exploded right before my very eyes and I never got a chance to take it all in. First, no one at school would talk to me and now my family was breaking apart. Many days I had come from school crying and stressed due to all the pressure.  Days later, I had found out that I was failing advanced math. My life felt as if it were over in that very instant, but I managed to finish out the year despite all that happened.
As if it were a single blink, I had moved from  Middle School to Junior High. Eighth grade had finally come and it was a chance to start over before I  would become a freshman. I was determined to receive all A’s and to make some new friends. It was my goal to make it clear in everyone’s head about who I was and to prove that now it doesn’t matter what they think of me. The first few weeks were a success, but then the game turned on me.
My best friend since second grade had decided to cut the ties of our friendship because I was too mature for her and I didn’t make enough time for her. This had crushed my heart into billions of pieces and things after that, things didn’t get much better either. I had received a B- on my very first biology test. I felt useless to the world at that moment; as if I were a sack of potatoes in the middle of the street that nobody wanted. I had so much trouble even talking to people that my parents even considered counseling to help me. No one called or messaged me besides my parents. Home alone on Friday nights crying while my siblings were out with their friends having a ball.
Not what you would've expected of a teenage girl? Well neither did I. I realized no matter how hard I tried, nothing was ever going to be perfect. Now, as sad as it seems, I expect nothing but the worst to happen to me and nothing more. Most of my fantasies about life were just make believe, fairy tales that are meant to end. Nothing in life lasts forever. This I believe.