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The worst betrayal that i went through was very crazy. Today was my first day of high school and that was when everything went downhill for me. I started hanging out with the wrong people; people who did drugs, In middle school i was going back in forth with the good people and the bad, so i decided to go with the bad people because i thought it was cool, but it wasn’t. When i started hanging out with the wrong crowd everyone would look at me differently. It wasn’t the same look i got before i started hanging out with them. When i started hanging out with them i started doing things that i wasn’t suppose to do. I was in so many fights i started arguing with the other girls who wanted to fight my friends and then a big fight broke out i started making the situation worst writing hurtful things about the other girls on social networks. I realized that wasn't me what so ever i wasn’t known for a mean person i was always nice to people. When the principal called us down to ask us what happened the girls that i hung out with blamed everything on me, they said that i got the one of the girls jumped but i didn’t. I couldn’t believe that they would do that to me and lie on me like that. It hurt me because i thought we were friends and they never would do that to me. I got in trouble i got two after school suspensions and a saturday detention. That was the worst punishment of my life because i didn't do nothing wrong i didn't understand why they were doing punishing me. After i completed my detentions i decided to get back on track with my work, focusing on my work and getting good grades. My old friends would try to talk to me and ask me when we could catch up on some things , i told them that we will not be hanging out anymore because they got me in trouble and i didn't do nothing wrong to anyone. I decided to become friends with people who wanted to appreciate me and not be rude to me and lie on me. I thought they were my real friends but at the end of the day they weren’t, i was upset mainly at my from Selena she was the leader out of us she always wanted us to start drama so that she could see the reaction of some people. The friends i have now appreciates me they like me for me they don't start drama , and don't like to be in drama. My friendship with Maine , Elizabeth & Courtney was great we had a lot of things in common with each other we both liked the subject English, our favorite color was purple , and we only like one candy bar. I could always come to them about my problems if i needed them with anything, they were always supportive when it came to needing advice. They were the best friends i could ever have.
We were best friends, but feelings got in the way and we ended up dating for five months. We are better friends than we are romance interests. After we broke up, I was expecting our friendship to go back to normal. But instead everything went down south. He cut off all contact with me. He would not text me, he would not call me, and he would completely ignore me in school. When my father left us or when my younger brother committed suicide, I never felt alone because he was always there for me. But for this situation I have never felt so lonely in all my life. Ask my friends for support? No. Ask my mom for help? No. Ask any third non objective party? No. My mother says “You guys are just going through a rough patch” and my friends nag “It is all your fault, you were too clingy or you did not care enough about him.” I cannot ask anyone to be the person that just sits and listens or comforts me as the tears stream down my face. I used to have that person. I used to have the person I would tell everything too. Now he is an ex, someone who I can’t go to for advice on anything that is happening in my life. The one person who I want to talk to, I can’t. Two years have passed and we still are not close. We will occasionally have a conversation about the weather or the math homework that is due on Monday. We are still so far apart from each other. But I will forever trust him with my life, at least I thought I could. It was the beginning of our senior year. He fell head over heels for this girl who actually reciprocated the feelings back. When he told me at first it did not bother me. But as the days passed on my stomach would clench whenever their mushy gushy grossness would come across me in the hallways. I didn’t know if it was because I missed him, I still liked him, or I knew that he didn’t belong with her. I tried to get over them. I moved on until the first day of December when my world came crumbling down. I woke up at 6:30 and headed to hell...my school bell rings at 8 and I was exactly a minute late. And for the rest of my life it would be the last time I was happy. Turns out my ex-best friend who happens to be my ex-boyfriend, decided to tell his current girlfriend all of my secrets. The ones that my diary didn’t even know about. The ones about me starving myself and wishing I could stand on top of a mountain, feel the wind in my hair and take the leap of faith to my death. The ones that I was hoping to go to the grave with, but he learned them because I trusted him more than I did with my own secrets. She was a loud mouth, ever since kindergarten I knew she was going to be a pain in my ass, obviously I was right. She told everyone. She told the secrets that I never wanted to leave my mind. The ones that I have been in therapy and rehab trying to get rid of. I was the freak. I was the girl everyone assumed was possessed by satan himself. I thought the worse thing that could ever happen to me was walking in on my brother in his closet or seeing my dad drive his car away and never looking back. But no, the worst betrayal is my best friend allowing her to happen.
this is a story about a family that has work so hard day in and day out and left there blood sweat and tears on their court that had dream of winning it all to get there and have it stole from their hands by the greed and sins of twisted men. It all begins during the first week of basketball practice me , tyrome and devon……. Devon wilson all of us in are last year of high school all of us started varsity from our sophomore years of high school , we been friends since the 4th grade.We all were pretty good i could knock down any jump shot from anywhere on the court , tyrone he was fast but he was the one could drive in the lane and score no matter who defended him . Now Devon …….Devon was good he was the all star man he could do it all he could dunk ,dribble, pass,break ankles ,drive and shoot and this was his year he was being scouted from all over the country organ ,florida, michigan , and kentucky man he was gonna be the next mj. As we get through each week of practice getting better and better staying late after practice working on our game at this point we are 5-0 coming off a huge we against our rivals that he have not beat in 12 years we blew them out 98-45 it was crazy.now we have the ball rolling winning game , killing teams one night me and tyrone went out to eat pizza to the place we always go after when we were done eating we heard devon’s voice coming from the back yelling at someone. we ran to the back to see if he is ok i knew behind the pizza place it was bad nothing good ever happen there . Devon was hold an older looking man up by his collar screaming at him asking for his money and that he was going to kill him once tyron called his name devon looked back with fright in eyes like he was trying to hide something as he quickly drop the old man.I asked what he was doing and why was holding up that man he smiled at me and said ‘’ man come on man ha ha you know the city we live in it a struggle ha ha and you always knew i wanted to be mobster homie’’ A few weeks go by and we get to the playoff playing against a very hard team the day befor the game i was walking down the street to the grocery store to pick up some food for the house as i passed an alleyway i saw devon and he was hangout with a couple of dudes that are the best people that have a crazy rap sheet. I heard them talk about putting bets on our game jokingly i said man you better bet a lot of money on us cause we got a ball player like devon one of the dudes walked up to me and said ‘’he aint a ball player no more he is a 45th rider now .I turned to devon and said ‘’ damn man you a gangster now ain't you , you really want to ride with this crew and risk your life.’’he looked back at me angered and told mind my business and to leave so thats what i did if that what he want to do with his life then fine . fast forward a couple day we when are two play of game by the skin of our teeth we are in the state championship game facing a hard team. As the game starts it a close game the whole time we are evenly matched man for man i'm doing great so is tyron and devon is on fire but through the game devon keeps looking over to the 45th crew that he his now apart of in the stands . it became half time and we were walking back to locker room but dre one of the 45th crew goes over and grabs devon by the neck and says “you know what to do and screw me over’ . Back in the game its the 4th quarter and ir 120-122 we are up devon has the ball but he trips and accidentally passes the ball to the other team and the go and score a 3 pointer now it 122-123 with 5 seconds left devon gets the ball and races down the court 5…..4….3...2...he jumps up for a 3 and airballs it with no defender in his face …..1 as the buzzer blasted it echoed the shatter hearts and dream of our players and fans crumbling to the ground.After the game i walked into the locker room i found devon crying on the ground saying he was sorry and he could
take it back if he could. I asked him what he was talking about he told me the whole plan how he purposely lost the game to help his crew win the bet and he just made 500,000 but he would rather have one the game for his teammates. I was so mad and i could not think why wouldn't he do this i told him i hated him and walked away.A couple of days after a horrible thing happen my long time friend devon tired to give the money back to the 45th crew they refused to taken he fought with them and ended one hitting one of them a few days later he was killed and shot in cold blood. I did not even think nor care about what he did not matter how much me betrayed us that did not mean anything as tear came to my eyes the memories of the three of us fluttered through my mind .
I live during a time of constant theft and harsh climates. I am a 4th grader and what I'm about to tell you is the very definition of betrayal. I woke up and did my early morning routine. Make some coffee, read the paper and warm up the car. Then, I woke up for real. My mom made me some breakfast and gave me a ride to school. As I entered the school, I wondered if my mom packed my lunch. I hope she did, because I don't remember her giving me any money to buy lunch at school. It was recess time, and I told my friend I wanted to use the swing. I wanted him to save me a spot so I can use it. Also, that part of the playground is my territory. I earned it after being the hide and seek champion. As I walk towards the swing, I see someone else on it. I am furious right now. I can't believe my friend would betray me like that. I'm not sure if I can even call me a friend. These are the struggles of a 4th grader right here, I don't think it gets much worse than this. The worst thing about it, is that my friend let a girl take my spot on the swing. Now, I can never go on that swing ever again. I have no idea what kind of" kooties," are on that swing. I need to get a teacher to quarantine the swing so no one will get infected. After that dreadful part of my morning, I now go to lunch two hours after. I reach into my backpack and see something amazing; a peanut butter sandwich. My day finally got better and I was ready to eat that sandwich. Suddenly, I realize there aren't any napkins in my star wars lunch box. I run up to a table that has condiments on it to get some napkins. After a long trip to the other side of the room, I sit down and look at my sandwich. I notice a giant bite out of my sandwich. I look at my friend and he stares at me with a blank stare. However, I notice peanut butter on his cheek. The amount of betrayal I experienced that day was something I wouldn't want to experience again. I never knew fourth grade would be so hard. I am eight years old and I already developed trust issues. If this is healthy, then I don't know what is. I got a ride home from my mom that day and went straight to my personal swing in my backyard. I couldn't stop thinking of the betrayal my friends committed today. It's time to take my anger out on my power ranger toys. Yes, you just heard a story from the perspective of an eight year old.
The worst betrayal that i went through was very crazy. Today was my first day of high school and that was when everything went downhill for me. I started hanging out with the wrong people; people who did drugs, In middle school i was going back in forth with the good people and the bad, so i decided to go with the bad people because i thought it was cool, but it wasn’t. When i started hanging out with the wrong crowd everyone would look at me differently. It wasn’t the same look i got before i started hanging out with them. When i started hanging out with them i started doing things that i wasn’t suppose to do. I was in so many fights i started arguing with the other girls who wanted to fight my friends and then a big fight broke out i started making the situation worst writing hurtful things about the other girls on social networks. I realized that wasn't me what so ever i wasn’t known for a mean person i was always nice to people. When the principal called us down to ask us what happened the girls that i hung out with blamed everything on me, they said that i got the one of the girls jumped but i didn’t. I couldn’t believe that they would do that to me and lie on me like that. It hurt me because i thought we were friends and they never would do that to me. I got in trouble i got two after school suspensions and a saturday detention. That was the worst punishment of my life because i didn't do nothing wrong i didn't understand why they were doing punishing me. After i completed my detentions i decided to get back on track with my work, focusing on my work and getting good grades. My old friends would try to talk to me and ask me when we could catch up on some things , i told them that we will not be hanging out anymore because they got me in trouble and i didn't do nothing wrong to anyone. I decided to become friends with people who wanted to appreciate me and not be rude to me and lie on me. I thought they were my real friends but at the end of the day they weren’t, i was upset mainly at my from Selena she was the leader out of us she always wanted us to start drama so that she could see the reaction of some people. The friends i have now appreciates me they like me for me they don't start drama , and don't like to be in drama. My friendship with Maine , Elizabeth & Courtney was great we had a lot of things in common with each other we both liked the subject English, our favorite color was purple , and we only like one candy bar. I could always come to them about my problems if i needed them with anything, they were always supportive when it came to needing advice. They were the best friends i could ever have.
ReplyDeleteWe were best friends, but feelings got in the way and we ended up dating for five months. We are better friends than we are romance interests. After we broke up, I was expecting our friendship to go back to normal. But instead everything went down south. He cut off all contact with me. He would not text me, he would not call me, and he would completely ignore me in school. When my father left us or when my younger brother committed suicide, I never felt alone because he was always there for me. But for this situation I have never felt so lonely in all my life.
ReplyDeleteAsk my friends for support? No. Ask my mom for help? No. Ask any third non objective party? No.
My mother says “You guys are just going through a rough patch” and my friends nag “It is all your fault, you were too clingy or you did not care enough about him.” I cannot ask anyone to be the person that just sits and listens or comforts me as the tears stream down my face. I used to have that person. I used to have the person I would tell everything too. Now he is an ex, someone who I can’t go to for advice on anything that is happening in my life. The one person who I want to talk to, I can’t.
Two years have passed and we still are not close. We will occasionally have a conversation about the weather or the math homework that is due on Monday. We are still so far apart from each other. But I will forever trust him with my life, at least I thought I could.
It was the beginning of our senior year. He fell head over heels for this girl who actually reciprocated the feelings back. When he told me at first it did not bother me. But as the days passed on my stomach would clench whenever their mushy gushy grossness would come across me in the hallways. I didn’t know if it was because I missed him, I still liked him, or I knew that he didn’t belong with her. I tried to get over them. I moved on until the first day of December when my world came crumbling down.
I woke up at 6:30 and headed to hell...my school bell rings at 8 and I was exactly a minute late. And for the rest of my life it would be the last time I was happy.
Turns out my ex-best friend who happens to be my ex-boyfriend, decided to tell his current girlfriend all of my secrets. The ones that my diary didn’t even know about. The ones about me starving myself and wishing I could stand on top of a mountain, feel the wind in my hair and take the leap of faith to my death. The ones that I was hoping to go to the grave with, but he learned them because I trusted him more than I did with my own secrets.
She was a loud mouth, ever since kindergarten I knew she was going to be a pain in my ass, obviously I was right. She told everyone. She told the secrets that I never wanted to leave my mind. The ones that I have been in therapy and rehab trying to get rid of. I was the freak. I was the girl everyone assumed was possessed by satan himself. I thought the worse thing that could ever happen to me was walking in on my brother in his closet or seeing my dad drive his car away and never looking back. But no, the worst betrayal is my best friend allowing her to happen.
this is a story about a family that has work so hard day in and day out and left there blood sweat and tears on their court that had dream of winning it all to get there and have it stole from their hands by the greed and sins of twisted men. It all begins during the first week of basketball practice me , tyrome and devon……. Devon wilson all of us in are last year of high school all of us started varsity from our sophomore years of high school , we been friends since the 4th grade.We all were pretty good i could knock down any jump shot from anywhere on the court , tyrone he was fast but he was the one could drive in the lane and score no matter who defended him . Now Devon …….Devon was good he was the all star man he could do it all he could dunk ,dribble, pass,break ankles ,drive and shoot and this was his year he was being scouted from all over the country organ ,florida, michigan , and kentucky man he was gonna be the next mj.
ReplyDeleteAs we get through each week of practice getting better and better staying late after practice working on our game at this point we are 5-0 coming off a huge we against our rivals that he have not beat in 12 years we blew them out 98-45 it was crazy.now we have the ball rolling winning game , killing teams one night me and tyrone went out to eat pizza to the place we always go after when we were done eating we heard devon’s voice coming from the back yelling at someone. we ran to the back to see if he is ok i knew behind the pizza place it was bad nothing good ever happen there . Devon was hold an older looking man up by his collar screaming at him asking for his money and that he was going to kill him once tyron called his name devon looked back with fright in eyes like he was trying to hide something as he quickly drop the old man.I asked what he was doing and why was holding up that man he smiled at me and said ‘’ man come on man ha ha you know the city we live in it a struggle ha ha and you always knew i wanted to be mobster homie’’
A few weeks go by and we get to the playoff playing against a very hard team the day befor the game i was walking down the street to the grocery store to pick up some food for the house as i passed an alleyway i saw devon and he was hangout with a couple of dudes that are the best people that have a crazy rap sheet. I heard them talk about putting bets on our game jokingly i said man you better bet a lot of money on us cause we got a ball player like devon one of the dudes walked up to me and said ‘’he aint a ball player no more he is a 45th rider now .I turned to devon and said ‘’ damn man you a gangster now ain't you , you really want to ride with this crew and risk your life.’’he looked back at me angered and told mind my business and to leave so thats what i did if that what he want to do with his life then fine .
fast forward a couple day we when are two play of game by the skin of our teeth we are in the state championship game facing a hard team. As the game starts it a close game the whole time we are evenly matched man for man i'm doing great so is tyron and devon is on fire but through the game devon keeps looking over to the 45th crew that he his now apart of in the stands . it became half time and we were walking back to locker room but dre one of the 45th crew goes over and grabs devon by the neck and says “you know what to do and screw me over’ . Back in the game its the 4th quarter and ir 120-122 we are up devon has the ball but he trips and accidentally passes the ball to the other team and the go and score a 3 pointer now it 122-123 with 5 seconds left devon gets the ball and races down the court 5…..4….3...2...he jumps up for a 3 and airballs it with no defender in his face …..1 as the buzzer blasted it echoed the shatter hearts and dream of our players and fans crumbling to the ground.After the game i walked into the locker room i found devon crying on the ground saying he was sorry and he could
take it back if he could. I asked him what he was talking about he told me the whole plan how he purposely lost the game to help his crew win the bet and he just made 500,000 but he would rather have one the game for his teammates. I was so mad and i could not think why wouldn't he do this i told him i hated him and walked away.A couple of days after a horrible thing happen my long time friend devon tired to give the money back to the 45th crew they refused to taken he fought with them and ended one hitting one of them a few days later he was killed and shot in cold blood. I did not even think nor care about what he did not matter how much me betrayed us that did not mean anything as tear came to my eyes the memories of the three of us fluttered through my mind .
ReplyDeleteTHE WORST BETRAYAL
ReplyDeleteI live during a time of constant theft and harsh climates. I am a 4th grader and what I'm about to tell you is the very definition of betrayal. I woke up and did my early morning routine. Make some coffee, read the paper and warm up the car. Then, I woke up for real. My mom made me some breakfast and gave me a ride to school. As I entered the school, I wondered if my mom packed my lunch. I hope she did, because I don't remember her giving me any money to buy lunch at school. It was recess time, and I told my friend I wanted to use the swing. I wanted him to save me a spot so I can use it. Also, that part of the playground is my territory. I earned it after being the hide and seek champion. As I walk towards the swing, I see someone else on it. I am furious right now. I can't believe my friend would betray me like that. I'm not sure if I can even call me a friend. These are the struggles of a 4th grader right here, I don't think it gets much worse than this. The worst thing about it, is that my friend let a girl take my spot on the swing. Now, I can never go on that swing ever again. I have no idea what kind of" kooties," are on that swing. I need to get a teacher to quarantine the swing so no one will get infected. After that dreadful part of my morning, I now go to lunch two hours after. I reach into my backpack and see something amazing; a peanut butter sandwich. My day finally got better and I was ready to eat that sandwich. Suddenly, I realize there aren't any napkins in my star wars lunch box. I run up to a table that has condiments on it to get some napkins. After a long trip to the other side of the room, I sit down and look at my sandwich. I notice a giant bite out of my sandwich. I look at my friend and he stares at me with a blank stare. However, I notice peanut butter on his cheek. The amount of betrayal I experienced that day was something I wouldn't want to experience again. I never knew fourth grade would be so hard. I am eight years old and I already developed trust issues. If this is healthy, then I don't know what is. I got a ride home from my mom that day and went straight to my personal swing in my backyard. I couldn't stop thinking of the betrayal my friends committed today. It's time to take my anger out on my power ranger toys. Yes, you just heard a story from the perspective of an eight year old.