Let's get one thing straight. We are not the Breakfast Club. We did not meet by chance, and we did not leave whether or not we would always be friends a mystery to those who were watching us. As far as I know, we will always be friends, and if we are not, I’ll always try to remember what made us, us. But in terms of the Breakfast Club, I believe we have helped each other quite a bit, and we all are extremely different. It was right before the summer, so the day was warm but also wet and humid. Around this time we were wrapping up all of our work in eighth grade, taking standardized tests , and getting ready for highschool, so one can imagine that we were all pretty tired. My friends and I all live a good walk away from the school and usually the trips could be pretty enjoyable. We would go to the corner store on Central Ave to get some candy and a drink, then go to one of our
…show more content…
Who didn't think of me as a burden. For a self-loathing bastard like me, I'd say that's a pretty great accomplishment.
Imagine the following:
A girl of about 14 lays in a lavender colored room, in a far off the ground loft bed. Her mom describes the room as looking like World War 3 occurred, but she doesn't see the problem. In her left arm is a old and ragged teddybear that she'd been clinging to since the 3rd grade and farther over is a pink Hello Kitty Alarm Clock reading 11' o clock. Even though her room is a bit messy, outside is where the REAL war is happening.
"You give her everything, you're spoiling her! She's such an asshole that she can't do anything for herself! Slap her more! Why don't you treat her the same way you treated us! I hate the both of you! One of these I'm gonna move out and you'll both be crawling back to me!" Did she move out? No. Did my mother and I come crawling back to my sister? Ha, I have a special thing called dignity, even if it's the size of a dust bunny. Did we find an eventual compromise?
Who didn't think of me as a burden. For a self-loathing bastard like me, I'd say that's a pretty great accomplishment.
Imagine the following:
A girl of about 14 lays in a lavender colored room, in a far off the ground loft bed. Her mom describes the room as looking like World War 3 occurred, but she doesn't see the problem. In her left arm is a old and ragged teddybear that she'd been clinging to since the 3rd grade and farther over is a pink Hello Kitty Alarm Clock reading 11' o clock. Even though her room is a bit messy, outside is where the REAL war is happening.
"You give her everything, you're spoiling her! She's such an asshole that she can't do anything for herself! Slap her more! Why don't you treat her the same way you treated us! I hate the both of you! One of these I'm gonna move out and you'll both be crawling back to me!" Did she move out? No. Did my mother and I come crawling back to my sister? Ha, I have a special thing called dignity, even if it's the size of a dust bunny. Did we find an eventual compromise?