Middle School: A Short Story

“Go out and be yourself, try and make some friends too.” my mom said to me when I first stepped out of my car and into the crowd of incoming 6th graders. The first day of middle school was terrifying. Lots of new faces surrounded me and many unfamiliar teachers greeted me. I was forced to attend this school even though I told my parents multiple times that I wanted something bigger and different. I had been at the same school for the past seven years, and it was beginning to become very boring and turned into a bad environment for me to learn in. Many of my old friends has switched schools due to location, leaving me with no friends at all. I had to find a way to get outside my comfort zone and quickly make some friends.

When I first
I was picked up by my mom, who then asked “how was your day?”
I then replied with a “pretty good”.
My Mom then said to me “Lachlan more than three words would be nice every once in awhile.” I then explained how I met Luke and how we have become very good friends already. My Mom was thrilled to see me explain all the stuff Luke and what we had talked about in all of our classes. Then my mom turned the conversation upside down.
“Any other friends?” she asked.
With a short stutter I replied “Well not really”. After I quietly revealed that I only made one friend that day I began to feel like an outsider. I needed to make more than just one
I walked in with a small smile and immediately tried to start conversations, however nothing was doing it. I thought of all my funniest jokes and recited them one after another, but no one would laugh. I felt more and more like an outsider as the day carried on until I reunited with my only friend. We talked the whole english class and both explained the problems that we were having. “What do we do to make friends?” we both thought to ourselves. We decided to abandon the question and just forget about. The end of the day seemed so far away even though we only had two classes left. I then thought to myself one last time what my mom had told me the first day, “Go out and be yourself. Also, try to make some friends.” I then continued to pursue making friends, and sure enough my luck began to change. I made multiple friends in a short duration of time just because of one thing, which was me being myself. After my last class I walked out with something that felt memorable or special, that something was pride. I had finally made some