Hey, it's been a few years since I wrote in here. I just need somewhere to let out whatever this is I'm feeling. It's Beck again, if you hadn't guessed. I'm thirteen now and before you ask, no the feeling I have is NOT love. I'm certain, because I don't feel good. I feel terrible. Four years back, there was something I should've written in here, but I'm glad I didn't. Remember Sydney? Yeah, we started dating. She was pretty, blue eyes and blonde hair and all. But her personality wasn't. She used to be nice, I told you about it. But then I guess we grew up. I grew out my hair, and built up my muscles a bit. Girls started to fancy me, which was weird. Because it had always just been Sydney and me. And she'd never fancied me, we even joked about it. We said it was gross. I don't think I changed all that much, but I know she did. She got a full figure, and gained a fully-fledged bitch attitude to accompany it. She asked me out before that attitude set in, and I figured 'Yeah, why not?' So I said yeah. It was then that she changed. So sudden, like someone had flicked a switch in her brain.
When we started high school she became one of the 'populars' and by connection I did too. We had one difference in our opinions though. I never thought this made me any different. I didn't care if people were popular or not, if I liked someone I liked them and I was going to be their friend. She had pretty much the opposite view. She was as far the other way as you could get. Anyone that wasn't popular sucked. And she disliked anyone who didn't know her, even the new kids. Beauty was the most important thing, and I think she started to become worryingly obsessed.
She never treated me that badly, but we never had a proper relationship. Today I'd had enough. So I ended it.
It didn't go well. She slapped me and shouted at me. But she always wants to cause a scene to be the centre of attention, so I didn't really take much notice. People stopped and stared, then she stormed off. Her little clique of Barbies followed obediently and I waved goodbye. When she was gone, everyone began to continue slowly with what they were doing previously. And that was it. Nothing else became of it. Only that I was single, I knew the girls would start asking me out soon. But I was happy. And I still am.