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|The Secret of Life (standard:non fiction, 0 words)|
|Author: MischiefMaker||Added: Jul 12 2001||Views/Reads: 2170/1363||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The true story of a phenomenal friendship between two young girls.|
We never even saw it coming. As two sixteen-year old girls living in today's woman-oriented society, we thought of ourselves as above the law that governs the rest of the world. We believed that nothing bad could ever truly touch us - we believed ourselves to be invincible. We were wrong. Nothing teaches of ignorance more than failure in the simplest of tasks - being ourselves. Kent and I met in the spring of fifth grade, the year my brother, sisters, and I had moved from the private school in Columbia where we had been going since kindergarten to Richard Winn Academy, a tiny private school in Winnsboro, South Carolina. For me, settling into this new environment proved to be a more onerous task than I had ever dreamed. The first friend I made was a girl, Ashlyn, who about a month later, told my classmates lies about me, saying that I had spoken badly of them behind their backs. Of course, children being as cruel as they are, and always spoiling for a good fight, they believed every word she said. At this point in my life, I was not a strong person. My one goal in life was to blend in, not be noticed. So, when the class turned their backs on me, and I was left alone, I did nothing to stop it. The last month or so of school was pure torture, and I still said nothing. When about two weeks were left in fifth grade, Kent, a spunky little brown haired girl with attitude to spare, befriended me. She knew of my problems, of course, and informed me of something that I didn't know - I didn't have to take any of this. Without Kent's support and help behind me as my safety net, I never would've found the courage to fix my problems. We went to a teacher, and I finally told my parents. I even stood up to Ashlyn, and, at the 'End-of-the-Year Party', she apologized for her heinous behavior. Just for the record, I still never befriended her, despite her many attempts to do so. Click here to read the rest of this story (203 more lines)
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