One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
One act play competition the hardest form of theater, in my opinion. You basically pick a one act and perform it for and audience. No big deal right. Except the … Continue reading One Act Competition
I have a bad past of people acting like friends then turning on me. I have stories about people trying to stab me in the back. I usually find out that they aren’t true friends. People don’t usually realize that I hear a lot. I see a lot. I know a lot.
They fear that I will find out their plan to stab me in the back. They fear what I could do if I found out. I don’t do anything. I try and make amends, but they continue their plan after they agree.
I had a friend, ninth grade, that I thought that together we could take the world. She thought that too. We were stuck to each others side. After a while she meet other people and then I meet another group, my real friends.
This girl who I was friends with was bad mouthing me to the group that she had “found”. The funny thing is. I was friends with the entire group. The group that she thought she was turning was the group that I had behind my back.
Throughout the school year she drifted and found another group. Then again she tried to turn them on me. Jokes on her I had friends within that group. I’ve never seen someone, who had no reason to do to turn people on me, try so hard to get a school to hate me. Maybe she was apart of the group from before, I talked about this in the blog post Trust.
I don’t know what turned this girl to hate me. I had hoped that it was a just a faze. I had hoped that the person who was like a sister to me would see what she was doing. She was tearing people apart without even knowing.
I’ve learned that people can turn at the flip of a switch. I’ve learned to protect myself.
I’ve learned that I am my own worst enemy. I’m better with animals. I’m better by myself.

Let’s start in third grade. The class size was eight. I’d say that the class was fairly close. We all got along (most of the time). After school one day … Continue reading by myself on the stage called life