Freshman's Recognition

I have regretted many things in my life, but this has to be up on my top ten list. It was the beginning of sophomore year and the new freshmen were flooding in. I always have a specific place to sit every morning, and this time there was a group of freshman surrounding it. Instead of being rude, I began conversations with each of them. Soon enough, the first bell rang and I had to toddle to my class. My lunch bell rang and I was rushing to get to lunch, I needed to be able to sit down without any stress for a couple minutes. All of a sudden, someone tapped on my shoulder. I quickly turned and recognized that it was one of the freshman, Kris. She asked me which class I was going to, and I responded to tell her that I was going to lunch. Without …show more content…
For the rest of the day, I received countless messages from this girl, but I did not want to respond. Finally, I responded at 10 at night, hoping she would not be up. Within seconds, I was greeted with at least six more messages. I just texted her so I did not want to seem like I was ignoring her, so we had a lengthy (mostly on her end) conversation until 11:30. By the time I went to sleep, I have to admit, talking to this girl was not as bad as I thought.
Within the next couple weeks, we became closer. I would not consider her my best friend, but she constantly referred to me as her´s. I remember one specific day where she seemed actually jealous because I was talking to some of my other friends. She saw me joking around with my friends from past years, she pushed her way into the conversation and started to become extremely impolite. After the first few sentences, my friends looked at me with absolute bewilderment on their faces; although, I could not explain the actions that just …show more content…
Her tone completely changed. She would constantly put me down, as if I did not mean anything. Since she was the only friend I had left, I could not go to anybody else for help. I decided to not let anyone know what was happening between me and Kris. Only I knew how bad the situation was, and it still took be a long time to get out of the friendship. After months of being verbally and emotionally abused by someone who I barely even knew, but was still somehow ´friends´ with, I said enough. It was time to get out.
I could not tell Kris in person, I was too afraid of being manipulated and getting sucked back in. The next best idea was to text her and tell her the friendship was not working. I wrote a giant paragraph trying to express to her that I could not be friends with her anymore, and she --once again-- tried to make the entire conversation about her. After her thirteen million messages about how it was my fault she could not treat me right, I stopped replying. I realized that if she could not see that she was hurting me, then she was simply not worth my