The End

This post is sorta-kinda-maybe inspired by Emma's recent drama. While it is drama, not the same kind as hers.

So, it's the end of the year. I FINALLY graduated from Candy Land High School, and it was amazing! I loved graduation, and I almost teared up at the end, but then i was brave and didn't.

Anyhoo, my friends and I are partiers. We love to party! we'll throw them at our own house, or go to a party. Either way, we love to have fun. And I thought, Heck, it's graduation, why not? So I started asking around-when would people be available? We graduated on a Friday, and so it was either that Friday night or the following Saturday, so we could go into the wee hours of the morning and not worry because everyone else would be partying, too.

Well, there was a small problem. Friday was when the two different high schools (I have friends going to a neighboring rival highschool: B-Town! Grrr...) were throwing their Senior All Night Parties, where (you guessed it) the high schools are open to the seniors to do practically anything. I had heard that at my high school last year, a group of students (boys) brought their X-box 360, and hooked it up to a teacher's screen projector, and played HALO (or one of those war games) on a a huge screen! That's awesome!

So this year, there was a hypnotist, bouncy houses, dances, you name it! $20 if you bought a ticket before or $25 at the door. I was like-NO WAY! None of my friends were going, (from Candy Land, anyway), and so I didn't really want to go (I know, I'm a boring senior). Plus, my lovely wonderful 'sister' was also graduating and she invited me. First of all, she kicked @$$ at getting this diploma. She told me that in freshman and the beginning of sophomore year she didn't really care. Approximately halfway through her sophomore year- POOF!!! She started caring. She had lots of credits to make up and she did it! She is (so far) the only one out of the first three kids in her family to have graduated with her HS diploma. How could I not go? So I went.

Anyway, Saturday (back to the party), the local city youth council was holding what they called 'Stomp on Main'. For those of you a *little* bit older, a 'stomp' is just a casual dance-you don't have to ask anybody, but they sometimes have slow songs you can go and dance with other people. This city had hosted it for the first time LAST year, and I had gone. Games, prizes, food-it was great! It cost to get in, but if you wanted food that also cost extra.

Anyway, I asked them, "Well, if I threw the party on that Saturday, would you come?" About three or four of them who planned on going to the Stomp on Main said, "Probably." 'Cause we're friends, right?
"Right!"

Well, one friend in particular, whom I've been friends with for about 3 or 4 years, texted me and basically said it would depend on how much 'hate' she would get by not going to stomp on main.

EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!

I replied, "Well, gee, thanks." And then called off the party. There were many, "Wait! I'll come! I'm sorry!" to which I basically said, "Forget it. Never mind." and I did not throw a party.

Well, the following week after graduation, said friend was going on her senior trip. I didn't text her for a week, because I figured-I'll just leave her alone, she's having fun. She came home, and guess what?! She told someone else, a close mutual friend. This mutual friend said, "Oh yeah, she thinks your mad at her because of the whole stomp on main thing."

YA THINK?

I acted like I was not mad. For the most part, I'm not. I let it go. Honestly, I may never see her again, and fine, good luck to her! Have a GREAT life! I hope things work out for her (I really do). But I was just a smigde-first of all that she'd go and tell someone else! The only people I told were two people I hold dear: my parents. My mom tried to comfort me, and my dad said, "Maybe your friendship is just going that way. Don't worry about it." (Thanks, Big K.) So I had started to let go of it. WHATEVER...


But there it is: I said it, and I'm done (hopefully). Time for me to move on to bigger and BETTER things.... right?