I never thought that high school would be full of drama and failure. Yeah I know that the stereotypical high school movie is full of drugs, lies, and all out scandal, but when you have been raised in a small town that's crime rate in less than 2 percent, you never expect for that to be your life.

Going into my freshman year i hoped that i would keep the same friends i had growns so close to, and that I would make good grades, but none of that happened. I started out the year without my friends. My best friend Marie didn' thave any classes with me, so she ofcourse had to make other freinds. Its not that I didn't like them persay, but they were not good for her. Daya was an outgoing, energetic person and honestly, i really enjoy her comapany sometimes, but she also isn't a good influence. She got Marie into drugs which was really hard for me to face...

It brought back memories to when I was six years old. I could not be around her without seeing my sister Elizabeth walk out the doors of our house. I remeber calling out to her over and over, but she never even looked back. Instead, she pulled her comfoter into the back of her friends pick up truck. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see my older sister for the next five years.

I know. I know. None of you want to hear about my high school drama which is why im including junior high too.

This really isn’t a story about drama though. This is our story. The story of me and my best friend.

It all started in the seventh grade. We had three classes together, math, choir, and athletics. We didnt have that instant connection like a lot of best friend duos do. In fact, we hated each other at first. Both of us had attitude problems, and so we instantly hated each othr.

In athletics, i did not like to run, and ofcourse she was great at it. She would randomly start yelling at me and rolling her eyes. She didnt even know me, yet she hated me.

It wasn’t until about have way through the year before we stated to get along. Our choir teaher was a twirling sponsor, and she had been teaching kaein for about amonth when i decided to take up the hobby. For those of you who don’t know, twirling is a non physical sport where you have batons and twirl and toss them in a musical rythem. It sounds really easy, but in all truthfullness, it is probably one of the hardest things ive ever learned in my life. It takes a lot of elegance and persission. I wanted to succeed, so i asked her for help.

She tauhgt me almost everything that I know about twirling, and while doing so we became best friends. We made our routines together, and even skipped classes to twirl together.

When eighth grade year began. We had both made it on the twirling line together. We were unseperable, and nothing was able to come between us.

It stayed that way until our freshman year. We had hoped to be in some of the same classes or maybe at least have study hall together, but no. We didnt have a single class together or lunch, or study hall. It sucked, and i suddenly seemed like we were seperable after all. We would spend as much time as we could in the morning before school and after, but it wasnt enough. I eventually even changed my schedule to match hers for a few of our classes. Luckily we got choir together. I thought it would be so fun because we were together again in a class we both love.

However, it wasnt as i planned. My cousin happened to be in our class also. He was a junior, and to her, he was the cutest guy ever. The two of them had history, so it really sucked because i was always being pushed aside. I thought i would get better, but it didnt.

I decided i was done trying. I know i shouldnt have given up, but i was tired of putting in effort and not getting any back.

Maybe it was for the best though because if i hadnt quit choir i never would have meet Houston. He was the drum major in the marching band. I had seen him before, but we never really talked. When i joined the band i stayed after school all the time, and just my luck, he did too. I was having a little trouble learning my notes, so he offered to stay with me and help.

We had planned out an entire schedule, but we didnt get that far into it. We mainly just talked the entire time. He was so nice, and when he asked for my number, my heart almost melted. We became very close after that night. He walked me to all of my classes and carried my books for me. I couldn't help but smile everytime i saw him.

Sometimes, i would even catch him starring at me during band practice. He was such a distraction but i didnt care becasue i was falling in love.

I even introduced him to my parentswhich is something i thouhgt i would never do. Houston and my dad got along extremely well. It honestly kindof annoying. Houston was the perfect guy for me. He was cute, sweet, and really funny, but most of all what i loved about him, was that he loved me for who i am.

I didnt feel like i needed my best friend anymore because now i had him, and he was my best friend.

Ive been speaking in past tense becasue now im twenty-two years old, and im happily married to the love of my life. Hunter Green. My life with him has been absoltuely wonderful, and i couldn't have asked for such a wonderful best friend.

Secrets

You tell them, and you keep them, and now you're about to hear mine.

However, before i get started I wan't all of you to know, what you are about to read is extremly personal, so no matter what you can never tell another soul.

You see, my secret started six years ago when i was ten years old. At the time, I was a very curious child, so when i heard a weird noise coming from my attic, it was only natural that i go and check it out. I went up into our attic, but oddly enough when i opened the door, everything was normal.

From a small corner though i could hear a wierd buzzing noise. I followed the noise until i got to a chest that was coverd in dust. I opend the chest, and what i discovered changed my entire life, and my change yours in the near future.

When i opened the chest, i didn't see toys or clothes. No, instead, i saw a purple and black cloud of smoke that was circling in a spiral motion.

I know. I know. You think im crazy, don't you?

Well i assure you I am speaking the truth. I reached into the smoke like any kid my age would do, but when the smoke swirled up my body, some of it went in my nose. I started to sneeze, and surely enough, i fell into the chest.

Now i figured that the chest would have taken me somewhere where there was princesses or maybe dragons, but instead, it took me to a old, dusty library. I made my way outside, and all of the women were dresses in beautiful gowns. I had only ever seen dresses like this once before in my entire life. They were in a movie that my teacher made me watch. It ws called Gone With The Wind. I hadn't really liked the movie that much, but i loved the costumes.

I walked down the street until i found a local newspaper stand. I picked up a paper and read the date. March 12, 1937.

I was so confused and honestly kind of scare, so I ran back to the chest, and I quickly crawled back in. In no time at all, I was back in my attic.

I ran to the library and did as much research as i could before it got dark. Then, when i got, home i went back to the attic and got into the chest again.

This time however, i didn't go to 1937. Instead i went to 1776. I watched the founding fathers sign the Declaration of Independence through a window in the back.

You see my secret isn't one that i'm ashamed of. It allows me to see things that i have only ever dreamed up.

My secret is...time travel.

"Hey i thought you would never call. I've been waiting"

"Yeah, im sorry. I have been really busy"

"Well have you thout about my offer yet?"

"I have but i just don't think its going to work out. Not with our past"

"I don't get it. I mean a week ago you didn't have a problem with the fact that we have history."

"Well the more i thought about it, i couldn't think of a reason that we should do this."

"Why? This could be such a big opportunity for the two of us."

"Because Jenna..."

"Because why?"

"Becasue i still love you."

"Oh..."

"It doesn't matter anyway. I mean, you are with that guy now."

"Berry, we broke up a month ago. I thought you knew."

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Jenna, I still love you, and now that i know that y'all are over, im not going to give up on trying to get you back."

"You don't have to try Berry... I love you too."

You're young, spirited, and energetic. Everything is going as planned in your life. You have a lot of freinds, you make great grades, and you get along perfectly with you parents. Sounds perfect doesn't it?

Until one day when the headaches start. You dont know what going on. You just know that is hurts so bad that you wanna cry, but you dont want anyone to know so you do so in your room where no one can hear you. You think you can hide it, but the headaches get a lot more frequent. Eventually, you start getting dizzy. The spells only come in moments, so normally you can hanndle them.

Then one day you are at school. You feel your head start to hurt, and your vision goes blurry. You start to fall, so you try and grab the neares locker. Somethings different though. Your eyesight goes completely black and the only thing after that you rember is the pain of hitting the ground.

You wake up in a hospital to the sound of a strangers voice. A doctor has been calling your name. You try and get up, but you are too weak. They tell you that everything is going to be ok, so naturally you start to panic. When your rushed to a hospital, things don't tend to be ok. Your mom is outiside the room crying, and your dad is trying to comfort her.

Moments later the doctor tells you that you are going to go have a CT scan. It takes hours for the results to come in, but i know they are not good. He tells your parents first, and your mom falls to the ground in tears. He comes back in the room and tells you that you have a tumour on the frontal lobe of your brain.

Suddenly, the walls come crashing down around you. Your life is over, and you know that it cant be helped. A single tear falls from your eyes as you try and comfort your parents. They seem more upset than you do.

So there it it toatal destruction of a life. You think you have it good until one day when the floor falls from under you. Nothing is ever permanent.

Bullying is a real problem in schools today. Not only are kids crying themselves to sleep, but some even take it as far at to take their own life. The kids that cause this kind of pain should bee punished more than just a few days of ISS. They should be expelled.

Statistics show that 1in every 7 kids are bullied in a day. An average grade has anywhere for two to three hundred kids in it. Imagine how many kids are being bullied. Maybe you were that kid. The one that was shoved into lockers in the hallway, or your life was threated through a text message. If that wasn't you then just imagine what it would be like. Imagine being scared for you life everytime that you walk into a building that you are supposed to be safe in. Never knowing what was waiting for you just around the next corner.

Kids cant go to school and learn cirriculum when they are having to worry about if they are going to make it home unharmed. I surely couldnt anyway.

Bullies are a growing problem in every school system nationwide. The problem could easily be taken care of by expelling the sudents guilty. This doesn't mean that they will never have an education. There are excellent homeschooling programs where they wouldn't be a problem.

The victims of theses kids shouldn't ever have to feel like they should drop out of school or miss a few days for their safety.

We can stop this problem. The question is...Will we?