• This is a story that describes my seventh grade year. My story is not a sad one; it is--how should I say it?--unique! Please, do not read my story if you wish to flame.

    To some, seventh grade is not considered a high school. It is technically still middle school. I think that seventh grade is more than similar to high school. Many changes happen during this year; many things stay the same. For myself, this is where I changed--completely.

    I was nervous my first day of seventh grade. I didn't know what it was going to be like. I was afraid I would get made fun of; teased and mocked. There was some happiness in the beginning of the school year, though, I was reunited with friends from sixth grade.

    My first period flew by quickly. I had no friends sitting near me which made me uneasy. When I went to second period, my best friends had the same class and I knew the teacher really well! Second period made me happy. My two friends and I were going to be crazy in that class, as we would soon find out. They were both girls. That is a major no-no at my school. It caused mocking which I still haven't brushed away. The rest of the day was boring. In most of my classes my friends weren't in there. It was hard to deal with, but I got used to it.

    That semester ended. Our periods switched around. Luckily, the people in the periods stayed the same. So, once again, I was united with my friends. This semester was uneventful. One of my good friends--also my nieghbor--left. I still speak with her lots. Though I wished daily for that tedious and monotonous semester to end, I should've been wishing for it to never be completed.

    You can't escape the inevitable. The next semester was the worst and best semester I've ever had.

    You see, I never fit in correctly. I was an oddly shaped puzzle piece that you had to really push in to get it to fit. Being an odd shaped puzzle piece made me different. Difference is something that can easily be teased. My over zealous friend started playing sports. That made her popular. She ignored me. Our "group" fell apart. I was deeply hurt. The teasings came more and more frequently. A few other events happened and I was at the breaking point.

    Then I changed. I started wearing new clothes. I became fresh, spontaneous. I walked differently. I left my "group" and just became a whole new person. My personality became more well known. I wasn't just that smart kid who people called names, I was that funny kid that people liked to talk to. My whole grade began liking me. The monotonous prison I went to everyday, became something fun to do. My epiphany surprised people; they couldn't take it. Especially my old friend. It drove her crazy; it made her mad; I didn't care what she thought anymore! My confidence radiated around me, and people layed off me! No more mockings and teasings. People liked me.

    Yes, the school year ended fast. I was grateful for that. I was also grateful for my backstabber. If she wouldn't have put the knife through my skin and into my vertebrae, I never would be who I am today. I was secluded in my little group all year. Uptight and only funny to my friends; then I became nonchalant and funny to everyone. Sure, my teachers asked me why I became one of them. They said I didn't need to. I told them I had to. They still don't understand; but on the inside, they like it.

    Almost every has their own change; whether it be subtle or--like mine--extremely noticeable, they have the epiphany. Mine happened in seventh grade and it changed my life for the better. I hope all of you have a good change like I, but not every wish is answered.

    This is not an amazing story; but it is my story. I am happy just to sure this story with you all! Please, do not be haters. Some people may know how I feel, others may not, but that doesn't matter, because this was my change.