Emie

I met Emie when I was about to turn twelve. We were on a skying trip with school, the teachers told us "Please form two lines and we'll do the groups". I told Alenna to stand behind me, then maybe we'd be together. I ended up in group two and she went with group 3. There were several girls in my group, I think they were Ryelle, Eryn, Sonja, Emie and me. There were also five boys with us, but I only remember Raoul and Adam. I quickly paired up with Emie, because that was the best option there was.
After two hours of skying we had a small break to eat a sandwich, so we went to the entrance and sat on the snow. I wanted to go inside a hut there was, but I was afraid I wouldn't hear the instructor calling  us. I sat next to Emie and started looking for the food in my backpack (Obviously, where else would it be?). Then, Emie asked me if I could give her some of my water because her's was warm, and immediately afterwards she covered her bottle with snow so it would get colder. I lent her mine and she said << Wow! We have the same bottle! But yours is yellow and mine is blue>>. I thought it was too much of a coincidence because I had almost chosen the blue bottle, and we had the exact same coat. So we talked. We hung out together. I stopped paying as much attention to Alenna as used to, and I now feel bad for that, although we're fine.
We became good friends. We joked, we laughed, we talked, we were stupid, we were crazy, we dressed up, listened to music, went out, we cried, we cheered up each other, we did all this together and more. We even signed up for rhythmic gymnastics together. We became like sisters. We trusted each other, we told each other everything. I loved her. As my older sister, I mean. She took care of me at first. She was all I'd ever wanted, someone close to my age that'd be friends with me and that'd take care of me. I wanted to be like her, cool, stylish, I wanted to be able to talk to people,be successful in sports and win trophies.
Everything started going downhill after some time. I don't know if it was two or three years or more or less, I just can't remember, everything seems so far away... Well, she started criticizing my clothes, my taste in boys and many other things, they way I acted, the things I said. I didn't pay much attention at first, I thought <<Well, that's brave, telling the truth no matter how bad it was>>. But then she'd start scolding me and saying things that, well, they weren't really all that bad, but they were hurtful.
 The dream was shattered. By the end of last year she became distant. I really don't know why. Then, at the beginning of this year, I met Pablo. When we started dating she was jealous, that was perfectly clear. She grew even more distant. After the break-up she hardly talked to me. It was as if she was mad at me already. Then the fights started, she was in the middle of something that didn't concern her. She should have backed off, but she didn't and that is how she got involved in all this. If she had stopped getting in the way, we'd be all happy now and we'd hear no more about Pablo. But she really wanted to get in the middle of everything. Was she seeking attention? Was she jealous enough to want to really fuck me hard (not literally)? I don't know.
Well, she continued doing and saying things she shouldn't have. She said she wasn't doing anything and tried to look good. You know the rest. She refused to see me, even though I had agreed to do it (although I wasn't very comfortable with it). And that's the story. If you want to know anything else just post a comment with your questions.
Thank you for reading.

Most sincerely,

Anniselle. 

Changes : Part Three

Okay, now the title IS really lame. Well, anyway, this post is not about the title, so let's go straight to the point.
I had just finished writing about the party. Well, that was my last day of school. Didn't seem like it. Usually last day of school is nice... I thought I'd never see 6 again, but I was wrong. I saw him once more, he didn't see me.
Well, I don't remember exactly what happened next. I know I was mad at the world. I had nightmares almost every night and cried myself to sleep. During the day it wasn't so bad. I went out with the girls: for a walk, to a movie, to dinner, to the pool....
I stopped talking to Emie, and Irina and I got mad at each other, but I'll give the details in her post. Emie started dating Pablo. And it's not over. We still have to survive another whole school year together. If they even want to see me, but I'll write about  that in the next post.

I know it was short, but there are a lot of things that have little to do with my ex boyfriend and his manipulating skills, and that I'm going to write in other posts. Maybe I'll write a whole one about Emie. I'm angry at her, really angry, and I don't think I can ever forgive her for all the things she's done, but maybe I should write a post of the good things for the friendship we once shared when we were younger, and about the bad things and how that ruined what was left of our friendship...

This is all I have to say here.

All my love,

Anniselle

Changes : Part Two

Huh, my title sounds like the sequel of a pretty bad movie. Well, anyway, where was I? Oh, right, my fight with Pablo. So, I deleted him from my contacts on Tuenti, a website similar to Facebook. I told his "girlfriend", Choni, to delete me from her contacts, and then she got into the fight...She was quite mean. Then my friend Irina said that Emie had told her that she and Pablo had lied to me, Choni wasn't dating Pablo and didn't like him at all. Then why did they lie to me? They said because that way I'd stop bothering Emie. But was I really? I don't think so. I just asked her to stop talking to Pablo, or at least to stop talking about him, because I hated him.
I don't really remember what happened next. I just know that Emie stopped talking to me and started criticizing me, not behind my back, but in my own face!  Pablo manipulated her, he only told her the bad things I said, never mentioned the ones he said. I was sick of him. He called me several times. He sent me messages. I ignored him.
Then, one day, he told me he was coming to the school party, I don't know why he told me but I really didn't care. Or so I thought. Let's see, that day I was supposed to go shopping with Alenna, but she was late, very late, because she had gone to see her boyfriend and he was late too... Well, anyway, I spent the day chatting with Irina, until she left. I didn't care really, because she had changed so much, but I'll explain that later, I'll probably write a whole post about her. Then I started talking to some guy from school, Molina, until he left. I called Alenna to see why she was running so late and she said she'd come soon. I suddenly heard a noise, so I went to the living room. There I found my sister Lettie, who had just arrived, with two friends and said "Annie, your boyfriend's downstairs". I ran to the balcony and *Surprise*, there he was, waiting with two other friends. I told him to go away. Alenna came by a while later and we went to the mall, where I bought some cute heels and makeup. On the way back I bumped into 6 and some other guys, Molina, one of the twins, and some others... 6 whistled at me. It was...strange... Well, I went home to leave my things, and then went to the party with Alenna. Pablo called me again, he was so annoying!  We entered the school and he was waiting for us and followed me around.Well, the party was no good, I had a headache and I hated mostly everyone, except Alice (of course), who stayed with me the whole time, Chloe (she's really nice) and Alenna, but she had gone to dinner with her classmates.
Well, that was my last day of school. Really great. Awesome. I wish I'd have never gone to that damn party.

Well, that's all for now, I'll continue later, after dinner, or tomorrow, whenever I can. I'll also make a special post about Alice, Chloe and Shadow, pert English, part Spanish.

Love, especially to you three,
Anniselle

Changes

Dear readers (so to say Alice and people who read random blogs, cause no one's probably reading me anymore...), I have decided to write in English, beacuse, well, I fell like it, and because it seems right. Strange thing. Never mind that.
Anyway, it's almost 2 a.m. and I've got nothing better to do. There's a lot of people online...but I don't really want to talk. I feel like I need to write something. Like everything that has happened during the past months. Why haven't I written. Why I'm different now. Why everything has changed around me. I feel this void growing inside me, I need to fill it somehow. I need to fill it by saying everything.

It all started when I was dating Pablo, who I mentioned before. Everything was going perfectly. Or so I thought. Later on, Alice told me he used to lie to me, he told me he had to go (we spoke by chat, we were quite busy with school) but he just went offline and spoke to my so-called best friend. Well, I had thought everything was cool between us and that we were doing great. But we lasted less than a month and a half. He just broke up with me, said we had nothing in common. Which was true. But I enjoyed being with him, we spoke about our problems, our goals in life, our achievements, we explained each other what we liked...it wasn't that bad. We liked each other. Or so I thought (I'll explain this later, when the time comes). I sent a text to my friend Irina (I'll explain about her later, too), who was staying at Emie's place with Chloe. They phoned me immediately and I started to cry, because break-ups are always hard. Emie hardly spoke to me. She said "Hello, how are you?" and she passed the phone to Irina. Not a single "I'm sorry 'bout that" or an "Everything's gonna be alright" or a "That idiot didn't deserve you" from Emie. Not a single word that would make me smile or fell better. Actually, she continued speaking to that moron I used to call boyfriend.
Days passed by, I got the flu, spent more than a week at home. Pablo asked me to be friends with him, but I didn't want to. Why would I? I mean, if we broke up because we had nothing in common it seems stupid to go on talking, because that's mostly what we did while we were a couple, plus the special stuff. So I said no. But he pleaded, so I ended up saying yes. And, yeah, I already know that's crazy and stupid and that it'd only do me worse.
So we started talking to each other, online, like always, and we mostly asked about each other's day and try to make  each other jealous. Yep, that's how mature we are. At least I know I'm much more mature than him, but we'll get to that later.
My birthday was coming up and we had fallen out a couple of times, but it wasn't that bad. The worst was about to happen. He said he wanted to come by on my birthday to congratulate me for turning sixteen (at last!) And I told him "Well, I guess that's OK, but my friends won't like that, except Emie, and they'll probably kill you if they see you". He said it didn't matter. We spoke the next day and he said something about meeting each other secretly. I was surprised he said that, because, technically, he was dating some girl named...well, I'm not going to say her name, let's just call her Choni. Well,that was a lie, but I'll get to it (it's a pretty long story, I know, but have in mind all this happened in about six months, and hasn't finished yet...yay *sarcasm*....). So I asked what did he mean by meeting secretly, because that surely sounds dirty... I just asked. And he got mad. He started saying that I only thought about sex, that I didn't care about feelings (not true), that I had hurted him, that I was a stupid immature girl and that I could go to hell. Well, he didn't actually said that, but I wasn't comfortable writing what he said, so I put it in nice words.
Well, I'm rather tired of writing now, my eyes keep closing and my back is starting to hurt from sitting straight this whole time. I'll write again, I promise, and I'll tell what happened. Wait I'll write that down on a post-it so I won't forget. Well, my dear followers and readers, I do have to go now.
All my love,
Anniselle