Of course, with the new year came new people, or in this case, a new person. Monica was a fresh breathe of air for everyone. Or that's how she came across at first. We had known she would be attending Holy Cross for quite a while now and most of us had met her. After a while her charm wore off. People started recognizing her for who she was a rich, attention-seeking, stuck up, snobby, ugly ass, bitch.
Now don't get me wrong I loved Monica and to this day Monica is still a friend of mine and I never had a problem with her but what with the inner battle in me between the old me and new me I got lost. To my friends who hated her I pretended I hater her too but to her I liked her. After a while I told her that I had been pretending to hate her. She got mad at me. She wasn't my best friend so her leaving Holy Cross wasn't much of a loss.
At the end of 7th grade I had liked a guy, Daniel Brooker. He wasn't much but I suppose after a while I got desperate. I was done with chasing Liam and went for what I could. 8th grade started and I came to my senses. Over the summer guys were not an issue, but school started and I fell in love with Liam all over again. Unfortunately for me, Liam was still showing no interest in me. I studied hard I did good in school, but I still was not happy, I was still that little emo girl I had been in 7th grade.
You know how time just flies by and you don't know how or why anything happened and one day you just wake up and bam! it's your life? This is how the first few months of 8th grade were for me. Darienne and I became best friends, I was no longer as close as I had been to Michelle and Meghann and there was a new person in the picture of my life. I found myself growing closer and closer to Kailey Alex Baker and I don't know how it happened, before I knew it she was almost a replica of me. It was me Darienne and Kailey, the undoable trio.
We were inseparable, but I did miss Michelle and Meghann. With my new friends I pushed my loss of them aside. So my life went on, it got better by Christmas I was fairly happy. I really could go in to elaborate detail about the months from August to December but they really were unimportant and I wouldn't want to waste your time. The most important thing of this time period would be our fall retreat. This was the first time I took notice, or maybe it was the first time Liam actually started flirting with me, but in any case, this was the first time I suspected Liam might like me. We had fun that day and Liam did hang out with me more than usual, not a lot but more than usual. The thing I remember most about the fall retreat would be that this was the first time Liam smacked my butt. :) A silly memory I know, but to a girl who had dreamed of this guy from the minute she laid eyes on him, it meant a lot.
So it was the last few weeks of school before winter break. The time where everyone is in hype about Christmas and mid-terms. I sat behind Darienne, my new-found best friend, in English class. While Darienne had not always been my best friend we had been friends since we met, and I remember telling her in 7th grade that I liked Liam and then again in 8th grade. One day during English class, very near to winter break, she turned around and asked "Do you still liked Liam?", of course I said yes because I had liked Liam since I met him and never had ceased. She smiled and said "Well then I have another Christmas present for you." At the time I had no idea what she meant but in a little over a month I would find out.
Winter break is technically not a part of my 8th grade year, so I won't go into much detail, but Christmas was Christmas. I don't generally enjoy Christmas that much anymore. When you get older apparently it's harder to shop for you so they get you and your two other sisters the exact same things. The only people who buy me things I want are My mom and my sisters. It might have something to do with the fact that they've known me and lived with me for 14 years.
So Christmas and New years came and went and before I knew it school had started again. First week back: Spirit Week. Now, any sensible human being loves spirit week, they may not admit it because they're to "cool" but spirit week is the best time of the year in my opinion. We all had fun dressing up in goofy outfits, which Kailey somehow always made look really good. There wasn't much that happened on spirit week besides the life changing home coming game.I could go on and on for hours about how Liam held me in the cold and I nearly fell asleep in his arms, but this story isn't about Liam, in fact I'm attempting to make it about everyone else but Liam. They deserve a spot in my blog too without intrusions of Liam, right? Unfortunately so much of my 8th grade year revolves around Liam.
One thing i can recall about the homecoming game is Meghann, she kept begging me to come back inside with her but Liam's arms were so inviting I didn't want to. There was also Chris Barber who kept trying to hold me instead. A short scrawny boy does not get you as warm as a tall...well I'm not sure what his body type is (sexy?), but Liam made me a lot warmer than Chris and I would rather have been in Liam's than his anyway.
So basically the whole what was it, four games?, we stayed out there. Now to any smart person this would be proof that he liked me, well I'm not a smart person. To me, I assumed that Liam was using me. See the whole 8th grade year, on free dress day, I would wear a low cut shirt (see not smart) and the guys would make a game of trying to get things down my shirt, a few of them succeeded too. In fact, the day of the homecoming game I was wearing a low cut shirt, so I naturally thought Liam was just using me because I liked him and I was easy.
A few days after that I had my status as "I kind of like you a lot more than I had originally planned" he asked who I was talking about, I said who do you think and he said I can only hope. I told him it was him, and then I freaked. The next day at school I wouldn't look at him or talk to him, because I was embarrassed but I had his jacket from the game and I gave it back to him. The night after I gave it back to him I told him I missed it, he asked if I wanted it back, I said yes and he asked me out. The first thing I thought is oh my gosh Liam just asked me out and the second thing I thought was I wish he hadn't done it online.
So Liam and I were now dating, people thought we weren't going to last. So ha! we've been dating for almost 8 months!
Anyway, months passed, Valentines dance he tried to kiss me i didn't let him, two weeks later at a school social he caught me totally off guard and kissed me. I guess the thing I loved most about it was that I have a picture. This picture:
and I had always imagined a kiss being like that and that was basically how my first kiss was. So again months passed, nothing interesting really happened until the play started. The play was a fun time for me, I asked my mom to pick me up late so I could stay with my friends while they were in play practice. (I wasn't actually in the play I just watched their rehearsal and hung out with Liam.) Sometimes when Liam wasn't there I would hang out with Laura and Jessica in Mrs. Wingfields room. Jessica, is someone I would like to think of as my friend. I love Jessica, she's funny and sweet, she just always makes me laugh. First impressions are everything. Again, the first day of 7th grade, Math class, I remember Jessica asking what we were supposed to write on, Mr. Elmore said paper, she replied I know we write on paper but what do we write on? I thought she was stupid when I first met her, it turns out she is one of the top in the class, a very bright young lady if I may say so myself.
So one day, it was Me, Laura, Jessica, and Sean all sitting in Mrs. Wingfields room. Jessica and Sean were having issues. Sean would not ask her out, and she was pissed off because she wanted to date him but he wouldn't ask her out, something like that (I try to understand girls). I enjoyed hanging out with Jessica and Laura, I've always regretted, in the back of my mind, that I wasn't closer friends with them from the beginning. My uniqueness has always prevented me from being as close with Laura, Jessica, Lizzie, and Jenna as I would have liked.
I have always tried to be close with them from the start, tried and failed. Lizzie always had issues with herself, I never understood them because Lizzie is beautiful and perfect, and I have no idea what she thinks is wrong with her because, literally if I was a guy, I would be asking Lizzie out before anyone else could get to her. Yes, Lizzie has her moments of being annoying but everyone does, and it makes Lizzie who she is and I love her for that.
Laura, the closest we ever got to being friends would be her dad driving me around everywhere, Mr. and Mrs. Wingfield are a great people. I like to think of them as my second parents. Mrs. Wingfield basically filled the gap after Mrs. Leah left. So my lonely days were often filled by hanging out with these young ladies who I never had particularly known until now. So of course, they came to mean a lot to me. I suppose me becoming a teenager had kicked my maternal instincts in to gear so I love these girls in a maternal way.
All good things come to an end, the play rehearsals were over. But before that: A trip to Baltimore! The Baltimore trip meant a lot to me because of how much I did to actually go on it. At the beginning of the year, Mr. Mitchell told us we had to pay money to some fundraiser or we were off the trip. I told my mom this and she had an issue with it. I told Mr. Washington about it. After a while we worked something out and I got to go, but it took a lot of letters and meetings with Mr. Washington.
So there I was, 4 a.m. on a bus, next to my sweetheart, heading for D.C. I fell asleep fast of course. It was, after all, 4 a.m. I slept gosh until about 7a.m.? maybe. Liam was awake before me. After I woke up I watched him take some medicine and put in his contacts. It was then and there I realized my boyfriend was a nerd.
So the trip to Baltimore was awesome, the play was awesome. By this time in the year I was good enough friends with Ben to go over to his house, so I did, a few times, but his mom didn't like me over there while Liam was. It was now May, and finals were approaching fast. To be honest I really only studied for Science and Social Studies. I ended the year with a GPA of 2.9, not good nor bad.
So my eight grade year was over and it was time to graduate. The eighth grade graduation meant nothing more to me than a chance to say goodbye. My best friend, whom I had lost as a best friend was leaving, she was going to a different school. I'm not the kind of girl to cry over something like that, but hugging Meghann goodbye after it was over and knowing that she wouldn't be back at Holy Cross, that my chance to become the friends we had once been was lost, I wanted to cry. I had told myself that I wouldn't though, and so I stopped myself.
My 8th grade year was filled with new friends, laughs, and experiences no one can ever take away from me.
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