Personal Narrative: Little Miss Shirley Temple

“I want that pony!” The annoying whiney voice of Little Miss Shirley Temple said. It wasn’t actually Shirley Temple but this girl had blonde curls that bounced with every step she took and she wore frilly dresses to schools everyday, she thought she was the queen and all of the rest of the class was mere peasants. After so long of knowing how annoying Little Miss Shirley Temple was, and learning that none of the boys in the class gave her one glance whereas all the girls would bow down to her every need, I realized that being like other little girls wasn’t what my intentions. That week my annoying dresses got ditched and put on clothes that were supposed to be worn while riding 4-wheelers, yes that included the boots and sometimes my helmet.
That kid that thought they were insanely athletic because they played one sport, and they weren’t even that good? Yeah, that was me. It was my second year of basketball and my first club year, and I didn’t know it the but basketball shortly took over my life, to the point that I was practicing three times a day with older teams and I practiced so much that I made myself dehydrated and had to spend the night in a hospital for the first time, I’ve done that three times since. I had made a lot of friends from basketball and a lot of my friends found me because I would go to the parks basketball hoops everyday. I met some kids that I could never forget, and if it wasn’t for them I probably wouldn’t of became a good student. Maddie, the nerd of the group that everyone went to for help on the math homework. Ashton, the guy that was a jock and a art nerd who also made you over look his best friend. Carson, the best friend that you overlooked but soon learned that he was actually the brains of the operation and was the nicest, funniest, and not so brightest guy. Alyvia, captured you with her pretty smile and everyone thought she was fake, but is actually the nicest girl you could ever meet, also Ashton’s twin. Amanda and Adam, the twins that actually were best friends, they would do everything together, and soon I got adopted into their family and their parents would even get my name mixed up with their dogs’ names.
All my friends had gone crazy for the other gender and I had stayed calm and collected instead of a chicken with my head cut off. Staying level headed was never my job, I was always the loud and annoying one that everyone had a love hate relationship with. It was in the middle of PE when I realized I was not on the path I wanted to be on. It actually happened as a guy hit me in the head with a basketball and I saw my best friend, at the time, wasting her time on her phone while I was practicing three pointers. In that moment I had never been so sure that I needed change and I needed it then, so I walked right up to the girl who had her nose shoved up her phone and told her that if she didn’t stop controlling who I was friends with and who I couldn’t be friends with then I would have to find friends that understood me. The truth is she was a really great friend, but we didn’t see eye to eye, she never wanted to hangout, and I am a grade A adventurer. She got mad and spread rumors about me, and being the sophisticated and business like ninth grader I was, I told everyone what a good friend she really was when we first started to hangout and that we just had our different ideas of what true friendship is, which was 100% the truth. That girl had this idea that you could only be friends with her and no one else, and I was the complete opposite, I wanted to be friends with everyone. My mom was