I am a fifteen going on sixteen year old teenage girl. During the school year I befriended, though truly at first I didn’t want to be her friend but then she decided to tell me things she claims never to have told others, this slightly older girl by the name of Emily. She was quite odd and judging along with tempermental character from the first sentence she spoke to me trying to bring me from the world in the book of the week that was distracting me from the almost nonexistant lesson being taught and the world around me that was nothing but a blur of color and sound. The words spoken to me were “Is she a whore or something? Because, that lipstick is too red!” refering to our forty-two year old teacher that though she was still a sixteen year old cheerleader. I forced out a laugh and introduced myself by a new name, Kate.

Over time the girl grew closer to me and affectionatly nicknamed me Kit Kat much to my annoyance and along the way more horrible traits became present. Such as threatning to rip out people facial piercings, mine being one of them. When, I can to school the day after my birthday with a fresh nose piercing she began to whine about how her father refused to let her have one until she was eighteen which I just slightly nodded my head at not really paying much attention to it seeing as her whining was a daily occurance. One day she even attempted to rip out the piercing but was quickly stopped by our friend Dylan coming in and distracting her. Another bad trait judging others for stuff she does herself. A new girl named Kendra or Kassandra entered the last month of schooling. She was like a carbon copy of Emily with a few more things added in such as stalking Dylan and having sex in the bathroom with a band member named Gabe. Emily hatred the girl with a fiery passion from the second day which I found odd since the girl was like a blonde version of her. Bad trait number three, hitting without reason. Hitting me and others without a reason or obvious motivator for it was a daily if not hourly occurance. When, I asked her to stop when I was sick one day her reply was just “Oh, God!” and that was always her reply when I stood up and told her to stop hitting me or called her out on some of her actions. I remember hitting her back once for hitting me and stealing my book which was a borrowed copy of Interview With A Vampire. Trait number for accussing me of things. I have been in love with reading since middle school and always have a book or
my kindle with me so I can read during lunch and when we are not doing work or lessons. Emily would constantly steal my book or sit on it. When, I would demand it back she would just roll her eyes and once again say her line of “Oh, God!”. When, she started to get into the Twilight Saga she blamed me for when her dad took the books away because she refused to do her chores. By the way she lives in a different town, fourty minutes away from mine.

I’m not a fan of the series having read it in eighth grade to see what the craze was about and stopped reading it during the fourth book when one of the love interest “imprinted” on the main characters hour old daughter meaning in the future she would be his mate. Mate meaning he intends to sleep with the girl and reproduce which completely turned me off to the series. When, Emily asked me if I was a fan I politely replied no to which she replied to by punching me when the teacher left the room. She constantly demanded me to reread the whole series and that I had to be a fan. When she reached the last page of Breaking Dawn, the fourth and final book, she broke into a wailing cry. I told her it was just a series and she shouldn’t be so upset along with saying in MY OPINION it wasn’t that good of a series. She then lashed out saying my opinion doesn’t matter and that I should die because Edward and Bella are real. I sat there shocked at how anyone could think this begging for the bell to ring signalling the end of school. I haven’t seen her since but the beginning of school is approching making me wonder if she is still not in completely sane condition. Am I overreacting and just need to forget about it?