When I was in third grade I was really crazy, talkative, and maybe a little annoying. I used to love making new friends.

There was this boy in my class who was really quiet and shy, and that really bothered me, so I tried getting closer to him because I wanted to know why he was so quiet. He had brunette hair, and his eyes were as blue as the sea. One day I talked to him and he seemed really nice. He talked in a slow and charming manner that could melt anyone’s heart. As the days went by we got closer and closer. We started to get to know each other better and better. I remember us sitting in the same spot for reading sections, and being in the same team for kickball. Also, me bragging that I was 4 days older then him. The only thing I knew about him before talking to him was that he was a boy in my class. Everything was happening so fast. Before we knew it, summer came. That summer was the longest summer in my life. I couldn’t wait to go back to school and meet him and all of my other friends. Finally, summer was over and the first day of school came, he wasn’t in my class, but his class was right next to mine. When we met, I was too scared to talk to him so I didn't. Instead I hid.

It was lunch time and we could hear the sounds of kids fighting and rushing to get in line to get food. My best friend’s friend came to us. “Hey Mia, which teacher did you get?” she asked me with an annoying smile and her bluish green eyes stared at me.

“Hello Sophia, I got Mr. Smith.” I said with a fake smile. I had always hated her. She was so irritating. I don’t know why but she was.“Who did you get?”

““I got Mr. Knott.” she said. “Do you know Austin has him too.” She went on about how she was such good friends with him.

After talking for 5 straight minutes she told me something that turned my whole life around. She told me how he called me “annoying, bossy, and obnoxious.” She attempted to show me her fake sympathy but it made me hate her more. I tried to act like I didn't care, but I did. I felt a tear on my cheek, and then another, after a second I was crying. I turned and tried to stop but I couldn’t. I was hurt, he broke my little 8 years old heart, so I stopped talking to him and didn’t even try to confront him and maybe he tried to talk to me but I ignored him and walked away. I wish I had talked to him that day, maybe if I did I wouldn’t have lost such a good friend. In sixth grade I learned that he didn’t say all that and that the girl lied, he only said it as a joke that I was annoying but when I found out, it was too late and we were too awkward to talk.

I believe that if you are a really good friend you wouldn’t believe anything anyone says about your friend instead you stand up for them. The most important thing I learned in my life is that it is really hard to make a amazing friend but it is really easy to lose one. I may have made really great friends in my life but no one is as amazing as him. We do have classes together right now but whenever we see each other we act like strangers. I was stupid and insecure to let him go and I know I don’t deserve him but maybe someday we will work this out and will become friends again.