At my old school, I didn't have too many friends. My classmates and teachers were usually nice, and I was happy, but I was often alone. My classmates had their groups of friends, and I wasn't really included in any of them. They all fit in with each other, and they all liked the same things, but I enjoyed other things. Sometimes I would just be sad, and nobody seemed to notice or care. It wasn't a huge problem, though, and I guess I started to become accustomed to not being acknowledged by most people. The only time I seemed to get attention was when I had messed up or accidentally did something wrong.
In third grade, however, there was a new student named Gabe. I hadn't ever seen him before, and I didn't really care to know him, but my teacher encouraged me to talk to him when he …show more content…
Eventually, we became our own friend group, but we would have fun with anybody who wanted or needed to. We typically didn't play the games that our classmates would play, like baseball or soccer, so we would come up with our own games. Some would be overly complicated, while one didn't have any solid rules at all. Outside of recess, we would sit near each other at lunch or help with homework, projects, or studying. Before then, I had only sat at a table off to the side, or I'd pull a chair away from a table and sit there. But, now I finally had a reliable, trustworthy friend, who I could sit next to and trust with