Love the hate away

I HAD just moved to a new city. I had never felt I was very outgoing, so I was worried about making friends. Everyone seemed really nice at my new school, and I became friends with Anna. We were both in a club together and played the viola in the school orchestra. All of eighth grade was fine, and I began to feel I fitted in.

Along came high school. I was petrified of the first day of school. As it turned out, it wasn't so bad. I began to make more friends from other middle schools and to be comfortable in general. But Anna became distant. I had been put in the higher orchestra, and she resented that. I was also spending more time with other friends of ours.

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