I was once a good boy.
I was well behaved, proper, and /When I was young I would play by myself silently. I found it too silly to play aloud. Even when others were around, I found myself isolated. Whether or not they isolated me, or I found it easier to isolate myself is unknown to me. I was happy, and that is all I care about.
I suppose it is okay though. I was never really involved in any drama. Then again, I never really had any friends to begin with. And any friends I had were too kind to be so cruel to each other. There was one time though. I was in first grade.
I had just moved to Arizona from Washington. A whole new school. My first friend there was a girl named Amalia. She was a really pretty Mexican girl. I only talked to her because we were going to the same bus. I supposed now, looking back, she might have liked me. I don't see why. I was really dorky with my red shirt and purple overalls. Soon after I met my second friend, Miranda. She was a Caucasian girl with bushy yellow hair. They were my best friends.
Out of the blue, Amalia got jealous. She accused me of liking Miranda more than her. I tried to explain to her that they were both my best friends and I had equal affection. She refused to believe me. She then ordered that I stop being Miranda's friend or I stop being hers. I was torn, I didn't want to lose my very first friend, but I didn't want to lose Miranda either; she was a joy to be around. So, I did what any first grader would do, I decided to stay being Amalia's friend, while being secret friends with Miranda. Eventually, Amalia found out and we stopped being friends. Soon after, I moved.
My father was in the military and we moved often. Not often enough to really mess with my education, but enough to destroy any relationships I could have had when I was younger. However, by that time, My father had already served six full years of service in a special Nuclear program or something. He came home as soon as time offered. So at that time, we were trying to find an affordable yet permanent place. We moved only two times after, into the house I now currently reside at. Much has happened here. I met my two long-term friends, Ed and Eddy.
Even though we didn't become friends right away, they were there for me though the thick and thin. My actual first friend was Daisy. Coincidentally we became friends because of the bus. She sat near me in class, and when I was finally able to ride the bus, she was on there as well. We became good friends, and she introduced me to her friend, Kevin. He was a seventh grader and he also rode my bus. He always sat next to this girl named Nazz. The whole bus ride home, he was showing off and making jokes. He was the center of attention. I was envious. I had never learned to overcome my shyness in such a way. I suppose what I am trying to say is that... I have always been good, and well... I'm sick of it.