Melinda's Ninth Grade

Melinda’s freshman year is way different from mine. Though I was not raped during the summer before my freshman year, I came into my freshman year with anger, bitterness, and I was kind of scared. I was specifically angry with a group of people that went by “ALP”. What it stands for, I could not tell you, but the ring leader, Terran, fought my older brother and then jumped my little brother.

ALP is the most popular group at N.S.H.S. Your either friends with them or your not, it’s real simple. After helping my little brother the group labeled me as a pussy and a “nana”. (someone who helps everyone “get better”) Most of the people I hung out with the year before didn’t want to be seen with me anymore. I was an embarrassment to them and the school, I guess.

Anyway, I didn’t isolate myself, but it was hard to cope with having no one to talk to. I was never really good at art, but I let myself become suffocated in my writing. Don’t get confused though, I was not the emo in the corner writing poetry, I just was quiet.
My freshman year was hard, but nothing compared to hers. I feel for her, it would suck to be in her shoes. So ya…