I try to be average in everything I do. Because of this I don't stand out much in school or anywhere really. However I'm content with this. My life is peaceful and I am content with that.

I was talking to my friend Jason mindlessly as we are walking down the hall and the talk turns to the topic of school and then our 6th grade year. As I remember what happened in the past, a tear slides down my cheek. That past is something no one is allowed to learn of. My thoughts drift back to that incident. I was bullied all throughout elementary school. Somehow during that time I still managed to find her, the girl I had ended up dating, and the girl who started the downward spiral that is my 6th grade year. She would drive me apart from my friends and attract all kinds of trouble. In the end, she taught me what true pain felt like and showed me how cruel people could be.

I sigh to myself and wipe the tear from my cheek.
   
"Are you okay?" Jason, one of the few friends who has stuck with me through everything, queries.
   
"Yeah," I reply. "Just thinking about the past."
   
"I still wish you would tell me what happened so I could help you." He comments bitterly.

"Sorry I'm not ready to talk just yet." I reply solemnly.

"Well let me know when you are, cause I'm always here to talk if you need me." Jason states.

"Thanks Jason," I reply, "Same to you, if you need anything let me know and I'll do my best to help."

With that the conversation ends and we go to class more solemn than when we left. As I make my way through the school day, my thoughts can't help but drift to back to the past, back to her.