Last year my life changed dramatically. Towards the end of the school year I was starting to get the feeling my friends didn't want me around. At first I was denying it and kept going on as I usually do. Some of my friends in the group had been slowly starting to ignore my calls and texts and I believed them when they said they never got them. Eventually it got to a point where we would make plans in school then later that day I wouldn't hear from them.
             One of the very last times my friends and I had plans was also the day we almost completely stopped talking. At this point only a couple of my friends had been answering my calls and one of them told me to meet them at a friend's house. The other kids there didn't want me to show up so when I got there they wouldn't answer my calls. When I walked down to the basement door it was locked and I saw them all standing there. I watched as they ran up the stairs and at the same time I walked to the front yard. As I called out to them I heard the sound of cars starting and watched all but two of my friends drive away.
             Chris and Cooper, the ones that stayed behind, had apologized for the others but at that point I had got the message and just went home. I felt betrayed and didn't understand why they were doing this. I felt alone and that the rest of the summer would be spent sitting at home feeling sorry for myself. I really didn't interact that much with many people outside of my group of friends so I felt scared that I could be without friends forever.
             A couple weeks later I called up my old friend Alex for a ride to the Crimson baseball game and he picked me up. As I stepped into the car I saw it full of people I didn't talk to and felt incredibly awkward as they just stared confused as why I was there. Slowly throughout the game, I started talking with them and I started to feel like I had been friends with them my whole life. After that I wa...