“Groupie” : The Effect of High School

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It all started off walking through the halls of our middle school, eighth grade year. Eight girls, one school, a thousand memories. We called ourselves “Groupie.” Why? No one could think of a group message name, someone named it groupie and it stuck. At the end of middle school, tears were shed, hugs were given. We thought it would be the last hug some of us would give to each other, but we were wrong. Did we stay in touch? Of course. Are we still friends? Yes, but we aren’t as close as before. Experts say breaking up with your best friends may be even more devastating than breaking up with a partner, and that’s what we thought would happen.  Studies suggest that friendships between women are special. They shape who we are and who we are yet to be. This is our story of how we survived separating into different high schools.

It’s was eighth grade year, a group of 5 best friends. We were inseparable, we hung out every weekend, we did everything together. No matter the time or day, we had each other’s back. As time passed through our eighth grade year, the five of us began hanging out with three other girls too, we were all friends but this newer, bigger group of ours brought us closer together. This is when we began calling ourselves “Groupie”. We made an infinite amount of unforgettable memories we will cherish for the rest of our lives, including the happy, fun, and even sad times. We got into trouble together, we cried together, but most of all we laughed together. We always made the best of the situation. The end of our eighth grade year came and we had to split into three different high schools. Over summer we attempted to continue hanging out every weekend, but it became harder because we no longer saw each other every day. School started, and we all thought we would drift apart but, suddenly some of us had other priorities, like boys, sports, and our new friends from school. Groupie. The only people in the world we could trust with anything. We all try to hang out as much as possible. We walk through the hallways at school wishing we could all walk together again. But there is nothing we can do. We have made the best of it, trying to make new friends but they aren’t the same. We feel as if we are not accepted into the group of girls at school because all we want is our group back together at school. These girls have been our very best of friends and we still continue to call them that. They all have played an important role in our lives guiding us, giving us advice, and always giving each other a shoulder to cry on. Our love for each other is unconditional and will continue throughout our high school years.

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Maybe you moved away from each other and naturally grew apart or maybe the friendship turned toxic. No matter the circumstances, the splitting of your best friends can really bring a weight upon your shoulders. People make new friends and other priorities but you can still make it work, it’s still possible. Yes, it was only middle school, but you’d be surprised the amount we grew in our friendship. High school made us realize how much we appreciate each other and our friendships. It’s easy to move on and make new friends but, don’t forget the people you shared memories with, cried with, laughed with, trusted your secrets with the most, and don’t forget the people that had your back no matter what and never left your side. Eight of us and three different high schools. If we can do it, so can you. Don’t give up.

Have you been in this situation? If so, tell us your story below. If not, keep our story in mind in case you need advice in the long run. We understand. We can help.



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