So I (17F) was (13F) back then in seventh grade. I was one of the “popular-ish” girls and I had this friend group including the Queen Bee Beatrice. Sometimes, Beatrice would be nice to me, but other times, she would make fun of me for not passing the ball to her in Gym, for not playing sports on a team like she did, or for not being as good as her. She would say “Wow. You finally did something good for once."

But then even if she’d yell at me, throw the ball at my face, and make me cry, she would act like none of it ever happened. I got addicted to the highs of our friendship.

Sometimes, I’d text her, and she’d act very dry, making me depressed. She eventually told me her dryness was all my fault and was because I texted her, and she asked me not to do that because I was an annoying brat, so I stopped.

I also had a crush on someone in our friend group, Helen. Helen was one day, talking to her friend Ellie. They met up with each other again since both our schools went on a field trip to this college. However, they ran away when I tried to catch up to them and say “hi”, so I left them alone. I said hi to Helen again, and she stomped away, telling Beatrice I was a creepy stalker.

Some days, Helen would act like we were best friends, even flirting with me, but other days, she would snap at me, behave rudely, and openly reject anything I did or said but would like it or agree if someone like Beatrice or another friend said the same thing.

There was another time where I was talking to another good friend of Helen’s, Gabrielle. Gabrielle was talking to this girl Camilla at the time, and I went over to say hi and ask if I could join in the conversation. Camilla said hi, but that she was gonna go back to her table, since it was lunchtime. Gabrielle proceeded to block all my socials, send me threats, and told me I was a stalker like Helen said and to never speak to her again or she’d beat me up.

I decided I wouldn’t speak to any of those people again.

Beatrice then told me she pretended to be my friend with the others because they pitied me.

I feel like I overreacted by not speaking to them and seeing them as mean people because maybe I’m the mean one for not understanding they didn’t like me.