We are Vicious
We are vicious. We lie, stab each other in the back, and constantly sabotage
each other. We make promises we can’t keep, and say things we know aren’t true.
We always have something to say about what she wore to school, or what she did
last weekend. We get into everybody’s business and make unfair judgments. We,
are teenage girls. Although things have been this way for a while, there’s no
justification for this behavior.
It was a certain experience that really made me understand this. I was with a
friend I had known since preschool. I remember lying on the bed we had lied on a
million times, thinking this was just like any other day. We were on the phone
with a boy she liked, laughing and giggling to no end. Then everything turned.
The girl who I called a sister, had just said something so wrong and untrue
about me, right in front of my face. My heart stopped, and my mind raced. For
those few seconds,I heard nothing. I was numb. All the sudden tears started
streaming down my cheeks. I got off the bed, walked out of the house, and
slammed the door. I remember leaning against the door, trying not to completely
break down, but still wondering why. I cried and thought until my brain no
longer functioned. That day was miserable.
I didn’t get it. I had done nothing. She had gone out of her way, and
embarrassed me in front of someone i cared about. So all communication was lost.
She didn’t talk to me, and I didn’t talk to her. Of course she talked about me,
and I talked about her, but never face to face. I missed her. We had been true
friends for such a long time.
It was the end of sixth grade that it was clear. Girls were done being nice. We
thought completely ruining a girl’s reputation was something to be proud of.
After all, we were all grown up. We all cared more about boys, and being
popular, than being ourselves. So we girls would do anything to get in the
spotlight, even things out of character. But these things that were out of
character were soon to become in character. Girls were becoming something
different just to fit in. Even if it meant stomping over all other girls to get
there. Every time you get on top, another girl who wants it bad enough is there
to take you down.
In some ways I think we knew more when we were six, than we do now. We knew the
importance of strong friendships, trust, and kindness. We know nothing of that
kind now. Friendships are easily thrown away, trust is nonexistent, and kindness
in no longer genuine. We have lost our self to silly expectations. Hopefully one
day, we can overcome this pressure, and realize what we have turned into. We are
viscous. This, I believe.
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