Okay here is my freshman and sophmore years of high school from what I can remember.
My freshman year was well okay I guess. My sister was a senior when I was a freshmen so she helped me out alot, I was friends with her friends and hung out with her and them, except towards the end of the year she started to hang out with my freshmen friends and they liked her better then me, so needless to say I lost those so called friends. The summer inbetween my freshman and sophmore year. my sister met her now husband. When I first met him I was was like there is something weird about him but could not put my finger on him. But then again she was totally in love with him and being the good sister I am i just told her what i felt and then accepted whatever decision she made.
My sophmore year started and all my so called friends would ask me day in and day out about her. i was like HELLO i am here talk to me ask me questions. So I figured out that I was not my own person, but my sisters shadow. So here i was lost and trying to figure out who i was at the age of 15. So I discovered my new friends drugs and cutting. My friend angie taught me how to inhale cigarettes so I was totally addicted to smoking now, got into pot and acid my sophmore year. When i was stone or tripping, i was taking the pain away by cutting myself. but i walways made sure it was places that could not be seen with clothes on.....because i was the fat chick i had no boyfriend to worry about seeing me naked. i kept my grades up so my mom never had to worry about me. I was one of those people that did not have to study to hard to pass test and my new friends (the druggies as they were called in my school) we would all just pick on subject to do the homework and meet before school and copy off of each other. we had that all down pact. or so I thought.
The last day of my Sophmore year I come home to have my mom screaming at me saying where is she? I was like what are you talking about. She said that she got home from work and there was a note saying that her and her bf had taken off and not to worry about them. Now my mom didn't really care for her bf to begin with because he was a slacker and could never keep a job. All I could think was well she is 18 there is nothing you can do. Well the next 10 days were horrible, all my mom did was scream at me or ignore me. Then one day My brother called and said they showed up at his house. So my mom drug me along on a 4 hour drive to go pick her up. Well I guess they talked and they reason they left was because loser boy lost his job and his parents kicked him out of their house. So my mom gave him money to get a room at the local hotel as long as my sister came home. Well i guess it was all said and done and we left to come back home and my sister and loser boy were suppose to be leaving a couple hours later. Well later that night my sister calls and says she is going to stay with loser boy at the hotel. My mom shit a brick and swore she would never talk to her again. To this day I still feel she feels that this was my fault somehow.
