October 1989-October 1990
In sixth grade, I got a best friend. We didn’t like each other that much but at that age it was more important to be able to call someone a best friend than to have a real one. I carried my fifth grade crush over to sixth grade. I even got to sit next to him for a semester, which was amazing and humiliating. I spent most of the year anticipating the next year, when I’d be in junior high and basically a grown-up. I spent the rest of my time in books. Oh, and I got my first bully.
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