We all have that special friend who may or may not
understand us. You're still friends through the bad or good times. But
some friends seem like they understand and appreciate who you are when
really they might not. A girl named Nevaeh was about to find a friend
that she thought understood her, but actually didn't.
Nevaeh was in kindergarten and spoke Spanish. She didn't really know how
to speak English, but she learned it in first grade. She didn't have
friends and every time she would try and make some they would just walk
away. That happened until she went to third grade and a girl named
Brooke walked up to her.
“Hi,” said Brooke. “My name is Brooklyn, but you can call me Brooke.
What’s your name?”
Nevaeh didn't answer. Nevaeh was a shy girl and
didn't talk much to other people. Since Nevaeh never had a friend to
talk to, her mouth would clam up whenever she talked in public. Her
tongue would act like a hose with a knot in it.
“You can't talk?” asked Brooke.
“I can talk. I'm just really shy,” replied Nevaeh with a squeaky,
“You don't have to be shy. Do you want to be friends?” Nevaeh gave a
After that Brooke wouldn't leave Nevaeh’s side and always talked to her.
Nevaeh started talking more and was less shy. When she met Brooke,
Brooke took her to her friends and introduced them to each other. They
were only three girls, but Nevaeh was fine with it. At least she had
friends. Their names were Karla, Mariana, and Isela.
They got along very well and had a few things in common. The girls got
older and they were finally in middle school. Brooke and Nevaeh were
close as best friends, but there was a problem. Now everyone changes
when they get older, and these two girls did change. When Nevaeh changed
the way she looked and acted, Brooke didn't like it. Nevaeh started
wearing a lot of black. She also got bangs and put them to the side. She
dyed her hair black which made her hair soft as silk, and she would
always have her hair down. The only time she would have it up was at
home. Brooke wore pastel colors, and right when you saw her you would
think she was the “popular girl.” She always had her hair up in a high
Nevaeh was still the same, but just different. Brooke started to judge
her, and making her wear stuff that she didn't like or wasn't
comfortable with. When Brooke started to judge Nevaeh, she started to
get upset. They had arguments about the way Nevaeh wanted to look, and
how Brooke didn't like what she wore.
“Why can't you just wear stuff that I wear?!” yelled Brooke.
“Because I don't like to wear your clothes. They make me uncomfortable,
and I don't like them. It's just something I don't like to wear. Why
can't you just accept that?”
“Because it doesn't make you look pretty like me. If you want to be
pretty, then you have to wear what I wear!”
“What if I don't want to wear what you wear? I don't want to be pretty
if it means I can't be comfortable with who I am and what I wear!”
“Don’t you trust me?” When Brooke said that, Nevaeh didn't answer, but
Nevaeh didn't answer because she really wasn't sure if she could really
trust Brooke anymore. Ever since Brooke started judging her, she wasn't
sure if she could trust Brooke. Although she didn't want to be friends
with Brooke anymore, she didn't want to leave her first best friend. She
didn't know what to do.
She went to her friends to ask for help. “Hey, I want to ask you guys
something,” said Nevaeh.
“What is it?” asked Isela.
“Brooke and I got into a fight, and she asked me if I trusted her, and I
never answered. I don't know what to do. I still want to be her friend,
but at the same time I don’t,” rambled Nevaeh.
“Why were you guys fighting in the first place?” asked Mariana.
“Because she didn't like the way I looked. She was judging me.”
“I don’t know what to tell you exactly because it’s your choice if you
still want to be friends with her or not. We will support your decision
either way, and we will always help you. But this is your decision to
make,” said Karla.
“Okay, but thanks for at least telling me that.”
“We are always here to help,” said Mariana.
A few days passed and she still didn't know what to do. That was until
she met Alex. Alex was a girl that understood Nevaeh, and she didn't
judge her by her looks, and she liked the same interests as Nevaeh. They
liked to dress in the same kinds of things and had similar hobbies.
Nevaeh really liked Alex because she never did judge her like Brooke
did. And when they were talking about their interests, it was like they
had known each other for a long time. Brooke didn't talk to Nevaeh
anymore when she became friends with Alex. They kept in contact, but
they didn't really talk to each other.
Nevaeh was still friends with the other girls, and was happy that she
finally had someone that understood her and appreciated her. Maybe some
friends seem great until you really start to get to know them. They
might appreciate you and they might not. Your first friends aren't
always your “friends till the end.” It's hard to be friends with someone
who doesn't appreciate you; it's better to have a friend who does
appreciate you and understand you.