As long as I was being myself

I remember the 3rd grade... I wasn't the most popular person, i had my friends, but oh boy did i have my enemies. I was probably the most out-going girl in the grade, i talked a lot, maybe too much; Lets just say i tried too hard to impress the "popular" group everyone loved. I would assimilate everything i saw the popular group do, to become more like them. The main girl was named Rorie, she was lionized everywhere she went, treated like a queen already at such a young age. Rorie was perfect, all the guys liked her, she was athletic, beautiful, and very Meticulous.

It was near the end of the year, when i began to realize, popularity wasn't the most important thing, it was just to be who you are. So i stuck with my friends, talked as load as i wanted, make the lamest jokes, be as awkward as my heart desired etc... as long as i was being myself. My dissension was that she and i cant be friends but... Then i get an unexpected phone call soon, and its Rorie, i was in shock, we talked a while, and got to know each other, turns out shes really down to earth... and so now shes my best friend, either i visit her, or she visits me once a year.