This I Believe

Renee - St. Louis, Missouri
Entered on December 5, 2007
Age Group: Under 18
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We are Vicious

By Renee

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.