I’m back! This is blog number four, and in this assignment, we had to create a scene that involves a symbol and dialogue. I chose to write about the time I lost my high school friend group in the span of one night. In my story, there was a lot of back and forth arguments and disagreements, just like in Ernest Hemingway’s, “Hills Like White Elephants”, which is a story about a couple disagreeing on having an abortion. We had to read this short story for our class, and I had a fun time acting it out as well. Check it out in the link below if you have time, it’s a very interesting read.
Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) It was a late summer night in the early month of August of 2016. I was alone in my room, just me, my phone, and a bottle of wine that I stole from my mother’s fridge. It was a few weeks before my birthday, and my group of friends at the time were trying to figure out what the moves were for the last Friday before college started. I wasn’t going away to school, I was staying home but all my friends were leaving me. I wanted to have one last hoorah before things changed, before they went away, and before I was by myself. I decided to have a bonfire the week before my birthday, it would be fun. We would be able to get drunk and we wouldn’t have to drive or sneak out anywhere. It would be perfect. “So I think I’m gonna have a fire on Saturday, the 13th, for my birthday” I sent into my group chat. There were six of us total, and we had all gotten really close over the course of our senior year. We did everything together, we’d have sleepovers, go shopping, gossip, basically anything you can imagine a group of 17-18 year old girls would do, we did it. “Actually, there’s a house party in West Grove that night. We should try and go to that,” Donna said. This made the other four girls chime in with a bunch of, “Oh totally! I haven’t gone to a party all summer!” or “Yesss lets turn up!” “It’s fine, we can leave your house and sneak back in afterwards,” Donna stated, “It would be so fun, and the other girls didn’t go out as much as we did.” “Well, my dad isn’t going to be cool with that. He’s not going to let me take my car and sneak out all of us to a house party,” I texted back, “And there’s cops out on Route One. If we get pulled over, I’m the one that’ll be fucked.” “I guess we can just go to your house for a bit, then leave to go to the party,” Donna texted back, “You don’t have to come with us, but can we come back to your house when we’re done?” “No?????” I replied, “I don’t want to go at all! Find somewhere else to crash at.” I picked my phone up, and texted another friend of mine, Marissa. She wasn’t apart of our group chat but she was friendly with all of them and was going to be apart of what I thought were my birthday plans. “I can’t believe Donna is basically blowing off my birthday for this stupid house party,” I ranted, “I really want to hit her right now.” “Yeah that’s dumb, I’ll do whatever you wanna do on Saturday,” Marissa texted back, “Donna is coming over tonight. I wonder if she’ll say anything about it.” I put my phone down and finished up the bottle, while wondering why my bonfire plans weren’t good enough. An hour or so went by when the little chirp of a ringtone snapped me out of my daze. “I can’t believe you said you wanted to hit me. I’m so upset,” the text message read from Donna, “I’m so hurt.” My jaw dropped, I can’t believe that little snake told her what I said. I went to her in confidence! “You know that’s not what I meant,” I quickly sent, “I was upset that no one wanted to hang out and do what I wanted for my birthday!” “We’ve been friends for years, and you said you wanted to cause physical harm to me,” even through text I could hear the drama in her voice. “Oh please, we always say shit like that when we’re mad,” I pointed out to her, but obviously, she wouldn’t hear it. For the next half hour, it was a lot of back and forth. A lot of “you said this,” or “you did that,” before Donna dropped an atomic bomb. “Our friendship will never be the same.” “Well if it’s never going to be the same, then there isn’t any point in trying,” I sent back. I can’t believe that this was happening to me. I knew I was going to lose them all if I got into this fight with Donna. She was the voice of reason and they were the blind sheep that followed her. I was always a good friend, and I never said anything bad about them throughout the course of our friendship. But, of course, the one time I let my anger get ahead of me and put it in writing, it comes back to bite me in my ass. I took my phone and blocked Donna, Marissa, and the other four girls on everything you can imagine. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, even through text. I thought that doing this would help me move on and get over the heartbreak of losing all of my friends in the span of four hours. I turned my phone on silent and didn’t pay any attention to it for the rest of my sleepless night. Happy early 19th birthday to me!
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Nadiia
2/11/2019 05:04:24 pm
For the 18-years girl, her friends are everything, but later, the common sense is coming. I had a friend; our friendship was from kindergarten, through 11 years of school and even a couple years after. She has lived as it must be, that no one could say anything bad about her. At one moment I did what was out of her life view...from that point we never had a talk ..
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justinee
2/12/2019 02:09:17 am
fuck all of those bitches! I am so sorry that donnas bitch ass switched up so quick! she didn't seem like a very good friend! hell ill be your friend, you wouldn't been drinking by yourself in the first place!
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