Bonjour, again. Welcome to my first real post. You’re going to have to get used to not knowing who the people I talk about are and learn yourself, or you’ll find my blog hard to follow. Okay, that’s all.
Well, on Friday I walked up to the long veranda in front of the entrance to Q3, my Care Class. It was morning and half the class had arrived at school. Rachel and Gabby weren’t there yet, as usual, so I said hi to Caitlin and Micaella and joined in their rather fun game with a few other girls. Selma had a black scarf and she used it as a blindfold on herself. Two other girls held her arms and directed her around the veranda, moving her arms so that she touched people and she had to guess who they were. It was extremely funny when Micaella and Sheridan directed Selma towards Haydn (without an E) and she poked his face, and he had the most hilarious bewildered look on his face. She exclaimed “Haydn!” when he spoke and pulled away immediately, laughing her head off. That was when Gabby and Rachel appeared and I went over to say hi to them.
Rachel… she is a strange girl. I first met her last year in primary school when I had to move to the smart end with all the other Year Sevens (this was before I skipped a grade), so I chose a seat next to looks-easy-to-talk-to Rachel. Easy to talk to? Not quite. She was the shyest, most quiet person I had ever met in my life, and she did this weird twisting thing with her mouth. Anyway, after a month or so she became extremely bubbly around me, interrupting every time I said a word to tell a story that wasn’t funny in any way. I learned that she loved cats, she was childish and unfair and juvenile and she loved getting things her own way. If she didn’t, she would whine, “But that’s not fair…” and present the worst evidence she could have chosen to support her claim. After two months I began regretting my decision to sit next to her – I had friends down the “dumb” end and they were cool, but Rachel clung onto me like Velcro. I hated it. The arrival of long-lost friend Fiona took some off the weight off my shoulders, but not all.
After I skipped a grade and it was nearing the end of the year, and graduation, I knew that we were both going to be in French Immersion together and I wanted to end the relationship immediately. So I told Fiona this (we both didn’t like her) but she was too kind to do it with me and I knew I couldn’t do it myself because what friends would I have in the smart end (which consisted mostly of make-up-wearing girls and girl-loving boys)? So I stuck with her, and she’s still my friend even though I loathe her.
Now, let me pour out Gabby’s history. She’s much better than Rachel, much fairer, but she’s just… weird. On the first day of high school, when Rachel and I were a scared pair, lonesome Gabby introduced herself to us. Thus began our friendship triangle, and I was so glad to have a high school-edition Fiona to help me deal with Rachel. The thing with Gabby is that she loves… scabs. And she picks her nose in public and opens her legs wide when sitting (our uniform is a skirt) and never brushes her hair.
Now back to our story. I said hi and Rachel launched into a story about how cute her cat looked sleeping next to her dad, then the bell rang and everyone knew we had to go to assembly instead of our usual Care Class. Selma blindfolded me and Micaella and she guided me through the huge campus, with our class, to the Sports Hall where assembly is always held. I also figured out the identity of three people: Gabby, Rhys and the American Eamon. When we reached the hall I was free of the blindfold and started to sit in the middle of Gabby and Rachel, but Rachel said, “Why can’t I sit in the middle? You always get to sit in the middle!” And “always” meant once in the whole school year. But I sighed and swapped places, and began to realise something.
I seriously needed a new friend. The problem was the same as the Fiona problem from last year – Gabby was too nice. I, however, was prepared to endure crying and talks from the teacher, if Gabby also let go of Rachel. I really don’t want to be stuck with her for the rest of the year. So the only possible solution, if I want to get rid of Rachel, is to also get rid of Gabby, which I would never want to do! My mind’s in chaos and I have no idea what to do – lose a good and bad friend or keep both? I just wish I had the power to travel in time and make sure I sat next to Lyric or Lani – not Rachel. I loathe her as much as Harry loathes Snape (that is, before he sees his memories).
Rachel ruins my life. She keeps me from seizing great opportunities. For a small example, I wanted to try Art as my sport on Tuesdays, but Rachel whined and said she wanted me to do ice sakting with her. When I shook my head she cried, I sighed, Gabby tried… to read her book during class time which is irrelevant. Sigh…
Lordy help me,
Nicola
