Where My Trust Should Lie
There was always a girl in my class that a lot of rumors evolved around. Some were good rumors, but most of them were bad rumors. In 4th grade, a lot of those rumors started to grow and become more known, but I didn’t really believe them. I liked to think that she was a good person, someone that I might want to have been friends with. But in writing class one day, my hopes were proven wrong, and I realized that this girl was never someone I wanted to be friends with. That she was just someone who walked all over me. On the last week of school, in our writing class we were all excited for sharing our stories. Well, at least most of us were. It was a choice, and me being the shy person I was, I didn’t want to. In 4th …show more content…
It was at that moment that I knew I messed up with trusting her. I had heard stories about her not being a nice person, but I guess I just never believed them, until now. Now I had to find a way to get her to stop doing what I knew she was going to do. I was really shy in 4th grade, and the shy version of myself didn’t know what to do. “What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I’m going to read your story,” she told me with a smile, a smile that didn’t seem that genuine anymore. The smile seemed more like a show than anything. The smile would seem nice to someone glanceing at us, but to me, it sent chills down my spine.
“Why? I don’t want you to, read your own,” I begged, but she wasn’t budging.
She replied with, “Because the other stories on this document aren’t as good as yours, and I need to share something.” Not having anything left to say, she went to carpet and I followed.
“Please don’t share,” I begged her again, while we were waiting for every kid to be settled.
“No. I’m going to share it, and you can’t stop me,” she
There was always a girl in my class that a lot of rumors evolved around. Some were good rumors, but most of them were bad rumors. In 4th grade, a lot of those rumors started to grow and become more known, but I didn’t really believe them. I liked to think that she was a good person, someone that I might want to have been friends with. But in writing class one day, my hopes were proven wrong, and I realized that this girl was never someone I wanted to be friends with. That she was just someone who walked all over me. On the last week of school, in our writing class we were all excited for sharing our stories. Well, at least most of us were. It was a choice, and me being the shy person I was, I didn’t want to. In 4th …show more content…
It was at that moment that I knew I messed up with trusting her. I had heard stories about her not being a nice person, but I guess I just never believed them, until now. Now I had to find a way to get her to stop doing what I knew she was going to do. I was really shy in 4th grade, and the shy version of myself didn’t know what to do. “What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I’m going to read your story,” she told me with a smile, a smile that didn’t seem that genuine anymore. The smile seemed more like a show than anything. The smile would seem nice to someone glanceing at us, but to me, it sent chills down my spine.
“Why? I don’t want you to, read your own,” I begged, but she wasn’t budging.
She replied with, “Because the other stories on this document aren’t as good as yours, and I need to share something.” Not having anything left to say, she went to carpet and I followed.
“Please don’t share,” I begged her again, while we were waiting for every kid to be settled.
“No. I’m going to share it, and you can’t stop me,” she