My name is Windell Bartson. I am 13 at the time and life for me is really out of control. You see, I know a lot of people, and the people I spend the most time with, I have realized are in my class. But, sadly for me, the bonds I have shared with many people over the years are breaking apart. A wise man named Dill told me that if everyone around you seems to be changing massively, maybe it isn't them, its you. I might have to agree and disagree with the man named Dill becuase I am changing physically everyday, but also mentally. I don't treat others as I wish to be treated, and then they talk back to me, and then it usually ends up with me either walking away because that person said something terrible to me or I just say something that is of no use anymore like, "Your mom" or "Go away!"
People in my class really are starting to tick me off with all of this growing up stuff, and I've had about enough of it. I often think some people who I have allied with are my friends, but they turn against me eventually which is starting to frighten me of the future. Now, I know the 8th grade year is supposted to be all lovey and dovey with everyone seperating and going to different high schools (mine for instance is Roblin High School), but everyone, in all of this mess of essays and projects and homework isn't as lovey as they should be.
In religion class, the other day, we were practicing for a religious play. Mrs.Calack put Kathy in the same row as me and next to me. So when we sat down, she didn't ignore me or anything! She said, "Hey Windell"
"Hey Kathy"
"Long time no talk"
"Yeah, tell me about it" At that moment I realized, growing up is going to have it's boundries: wether they be friends, siblings, enemies, and touching moments that could make your day.
