![]() For starters, I now know the true feeling of betrayal. A lot has changed since my naive self stepped foot on the Roundhouse floor for PE that day. As I write this, I'm sitting alone in the dark of my room, doing what some might call, wallowing in my pity. High school is over now and freshman year Daphne is long gone. Little did I know that I would soon know a LOT more about Texas than I had ever thought. All I really knew about Texas was that he played soccer and was a country boy. I would later come to find out that Texas knew me as "kick him in the shins" girl, a phrase that speaks it for itself. I'd seen Texas around before, I'd been playing soccer with and against him for most of my life. For privacy purposes, we'll call him Texas. Looking around, I could identify the names of all my classmates, but the one classmate that we'll be discussing I had never really spoken to before this. My first day of PE class was a true testament to this. As I mentioned growing up in a small town means that you grow up knowing everyone without really knowing them. So I thought to myself, "what's the simplest way to break my leg right now?" Now, let's take a minute to go back to my opening statement. Looking around I saw about nine other faces that I knew by name, most of whom I had never actually talked to. I can remember looking around and thinking I have no friends in this class. And after many failed attempts there was no way I was getting out of Stuff's class, so on the first day of the second semester of freshman year, I cried to my big sister, hiked up my red PE shorts and walked onto the Roundhouse floor, not knowing what to expect. So, little freshman me ran to the guidance office and demanded that my teacher be switched. Word on the street was that Stufflebean was the mean PE teacher because you couldn't just coast through her class if you wanted to pass. As a freshman in high school, you pretty much listen to what everyone else says about the good, bad, and the ugly. I looked at my schedule and skimmed it as most people do, when I noticed that the one name everyone said you didn't want on your schedule was on mine. I remember the day that schedules were handed out for the next semester. I continued to live in my bubble until the second semester of my freshman year was approaching. I remained in my bubble for pretty much all of my elementary and middle school careers. I had my circle of friends that liked what I liked which meant that we all got along because we liked each other. You grow up knowing everyone without really knowing that you know everyone. You grow up knowing all the same people as everyone else.
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