Draft Narrative 2

Though I love my friends now in high school, nothing will replace the enjoyment I had in 8th Grade, at East Millbrook. ​We​ basically defined straying away from the norm at our school, we never wore Jordans, we rarely went to parties (partially because we weren’t invited to any). We all had our own unique charm. Marcel was the guy who was down for anything and would say some of the most disgusting thoughts in his head, Nick was our soft-spoken anime loving wannabe “furry” firecracker. Nate, one of the wildest dudes I’ve ever met in my life, like if you wanted to ever do anything stupid just hit him up. Then there was me. Though we were social outcasts of our school (we were shunned away like the french people did to Quasimodo was in the Hunchback of Notre Dame) I was the more well respected out of us, making me the leader of this band of misfits. I was always quick with insults and comebacks, charismatic and dressed the best out of all of us (I know just sounded a bit narcissistic but I do tend to have a bit of an ego at times). But, unlike almost everyone else at my school, we were loyal to each other. If we had a problem with each other we would confront it and settle right then and there. But let me show you the weird clique we have and the strange understanding. During my time at East Millbrook, I was already the weird kid but was accepted by the “Cool” kids. The girls loved me just for the simple fact I said the most relatable stuff ever (as friends or either as a brother unfortunately) but in 8th Grade, I met the 3 people that would change my life. I already had a friend group but they all acted the same and I was the only one who thought for himself. It was as if they shared a brain or were made in a government lab or something. But these 3 people (Who I already mentioned in the beginning) challenged that way of thinking. Our first encounter was during lunch. Since I used to go the library for lunch, I decided to stay in the cafeteria this day. I sat at the very end of the table, and since they didn’t

have that many friends they sat with me. Nate happened to be the most ​loquacious out of them, not wanting to shut up about how amazing his dog is. Nate sat beside me and ask me what my name was, I told him my name and we chatted up a category 5 hurricane for most of lunch. Then, Marcel sat down across from us. Marcel is basically a very, very, very hormonal teenage boy who loves hip hop. Me, Nate and Marcel all cliqued together, and then like 20 or so minutes later Nick sits with us. Nick was looking a “High School DxD” extra with the biggest sketchpad I’ve ever seen. He first spoke to us in broken Japanese, at least that’s what we thought is was, in reality he was just speaking in tongues. We accepted him for the simple fact he begged us to be his friends. During our first week as friends, we decided to do something to get people's heads turning like a ferris wheel. We decided roast each other out loud, and when I say we were mean, we were Michael Rapaport mean. We were using every single cuss word in the dictionary and people found that to be the funniest and random thing to happen during lunch. After that I got comfortable, with joking on myself and not taking myself so seriously all the time. After we got out of ISS for the week, we decided to see how many people we could make uncomfortable and it was absolutely hilarious. We decided to talk about our “sleepovers” but they weren’t actually sleepovers. I personally can’t tell you this stuff, because I have to keep it PG, not Rated R. We kept doing this joke for months and the reactions from people that we got were hilarious. We were inseparable and people either called us “The 3 black dudes and a adopted white guy” or they just called us gay. We never really understood the last one, we thought it was because we became friends with school’s drag queen, but after a few minutes of thinking Nate

got up, and said “I don’t know about you guys, but everyone at this school is weird and obnoxious, so I say we keep doing everything we’ve been doing until people accepts us for who we are.” That was our goal until the end of the school year. We tested everyone’s loyalty to their friend group, so call us a homewrecker all you want but the social experiment worked. It’s like everyone wanted to be that one person who was on top the school’s social pedestal so they would backstab, fight, lie, cheat just to get there. It was as if one person had a large group friends they were just a bunch of rent-a-homies. So we did what we had to do and in March the school accepted the fact that we were realer than type 2 diabetes and they were about as real as a Poptropica island. So at the end of the day, I couldn’t have thought of a more amazing group of misfits to call my friends. I’m still keeping what we did and stood for in 8th Grade alive, by still being true to myself, thinking for myself, and not caring what people think about me.