Regret is something everyone experiences in life on a miniscule level, or on a grand scale level. My regret story, leads me to remind myself that somethings cannot be undone.
I wish I had no regrets.What if I had taken the time to notice, to care? I've always been busy, trying to keep up with the cliche of high school. Note: High school sucks. No matter who you are, what you look like, who you're friends are; it sucks. Middle school, however, is so pathetic...it's like the scum of the teenage world. I would definitely say that what happens in middle school, should stay in middle school. My story takes place in eighth grade.
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So I'm in art class, and I happen to be friends with a bunch of immature sixth graders. Let's just say, we were really stupid. We sat at a table together towards the front of the class. Things were awkward at first, but we eventually became close friends. Everyday consisted of laughter and nonchalant stupidity.
One day, a guy, that we had never taken notice of before approached our table. So this guy comes over and says, "My name is David, my friend wants to know if you'd be his girlfriend." He was referring to me, so I said, "Tell him that I don't know him, I can't date someone I don't know."
He proceeded to try and convince me that his friend was in fact a gentleman, and that it would be in my best interest to say yes. So this conversation occurred everyday for like a week. Don't get me wrong, by the end of the week I knew what his friend looked like, but I was not interested. Boys rarely ask me out, so I did not know how to react. I had no experience, still don't, if I'm being honest. Eventually, my friend Carly decided we should put an end to it. She walks over to the guy who has hopes of becoming my boyfriend and says,"She said yes."
His face lit up and he says,"Really?"
"No, leave her alone."
I was so embarrassed, hell I could only imagine how he felt. I didn't want to make things worse, but I really wanted to say sorry. I never did. I'm now approaching my junior year of highschool, I see him everyday. I always think of saying sorry, but I can't bring myself to do it. There's a hint of hurt in his eyes whenever I see him, and this only makes me feel worse.
In all honesty, life is like a white piece of paper. You mess up, but the pencil always leaves a faint mark behind. Had I been more mature at the time, I would have apologized instantly. I maybe would have even considered being friends. So, with this I challenge you to rethink your choices. Everyone has a conscious, believe it or not. I do not know the severity of damage caused by my actions. I'll probably never know, but I am in charge of my future choices. Let these make up for your past.
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