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Pre-teen Angst

a story fragment by Regina Flores

 

It was the first day at Hilton Middle school. I was searching around for Maliene, but I simply couldn't find her. So I decided to go to my locker. As I was opening it I heard that friendly voice say "Hi Hillary." I turned around.

"Oh Maliene I missed you so much over the summer." We hugged. Maliene was my best friend. We had been friends since kindergarten.

"Come on we better get to class," said Maliene.

"OK," I said. So we went to class.

"Good morning, Mrs. Randel," the whole class said.

"Good morning class; welcome to Hilton Middle School," she said. "I hope we have a wonderful time this year," she went on. Maliene and I weren't listening. We were passing notes back and forth. We were just so excited to see each other.

"Hillary, Maliene, what is going on?" shouted Mrs. Randel. We both turned our heads to look at her. "Well?" she said.

"Nothing," I said.

"I hope this doesn't continue. Now enough," she said, and went back to talk to the class. Maliene and I looked at each other, smiled, and looked back at Mrs. Randel.

It was finally lunch. Maliene was talking to our friend Andrea, then she walked over to where I was sitting. "I can't believe we're finally in 8th grade," said Maliene.

"I know. It feels so powerful, you know?" I said.

"Huh?" said Maliene.

"Did you hear a word I said?"

"Oh my, gosh, look, there's Johanna. I haven't seen her since last year," said Maliene. "Do you mind if I go talk to her?" said Maliene.

"No, go ahead. It doesn't matter. You won't listen to me anyway," I said.

"Thanks, see ya," said Maliene. And she ran off.

It seems like the only thing Maliene cares about is all the people around her. She's so interested in being popular she won't even listen to me or any of her old, old friends that aren't popular.

School was over. I was walking home when I heard "Hillary is that you?"

I turned around. "Arlaina? How are you?" We ran closer to each other. We hugged. Arlaina and I were friends; we used to go to the mall at least every day until I met Maliene.

"How is Maliene," said Arlaina.

"Oh! Do we have to talk about her," I said.

"Did you guys get in a fight?" said Arlaina.

"Well not really. I'm just mad at her," I said.

"Listen, my Mom's waiting for me. I gotta go," said Arlaina.

"OK, maybe I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"OK," she said, "bye, bye."

"Hi Mom, I'm home."

"Oh! Hi honey, how was your day?"

"Fine I guess. Mom?"

"What honey?"

"Did you ever get in a fight with your best friend?"

"Oh of course, honey, that's normal. Why? Did you get in a fight with Maliene?"

"No, but thanks Mom. I better go and get started on my homework."

"All right, honey. Bye."

"Bang, bang, you're dead."

"Stop it Kenny."

"You're no fun," said Kenny, and ran away.

Kenny is my little brother. He is 7 years old and sometimes he is a total brat. I went into my room. I stared at the phone, thinking to myself, should I call her? Of course, she is my best friend.

I picked up the phone, dialed her number. Ring, ring. "Hello?" said a voice.

"Hi, is Maliene there?" I said.

"No, she went to the mall with some of her friends and then they're going out to dinner," said the voice.

"Oh," I said, "well bye." I hung up.

I don't believe it. She went to the mall. That's it, I am never speaking to her again. It was only 5:00 and we hadn't even had dinner yet, but I put my bed clothes on and got into bed.

Knock, knock. "Yes?" I said.

It was my Mom. "Hi honey, what's wrong? You feeling sick?"

"No, just sad, that's all," I said. "I, I, really miss Maliene, Mom."

"You did get in a fight with her didn't you. But it's really not a fight, just a spat, oh, honey, get out of bed and lets eat ok?"

"OK, Mom." I had a wonderful dinner, and the whole family watched "Home court" on TV. It was a show about a girl who thought she was living in an "unfair world especially at home." I watched a couple [of] commercials and said, "Mom, Dad, I'm getting tired, and I really have to finish my homework so goodnight," and I walked up to my room and dialed Maliene's phone number.

"Hello," said a voice.

"Hi, is Maliene there?"

"This is her."

"Um, Hi Maliene, this is Hillary, um, I, um, just wanted to, um, uh, apologize for getting upset at school, you know?"

"Oh hi Hillary. What do you mean, get upset?"

"You know, in the cafeteria," I said.

"Oh! Well, I never really thought you got upset, but anyway, apology accepted!" said Maliene.

"Great! Now don't you have to apologize for something too?" I said.

"What?" Maliene said.

"Don't you even remember?" I said

"Remember what?" Maliene said.

Uhh, how low can you go! And I slammed the phone down in her ear, I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door! It just wasn't fair, she was so uncontientious. How could I be so mellow-dramatic? I wanted to die, I was really rude to Maliene, I started to cry. I got up, wiped the tears away.

 

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