Ah, seventh grade.

Let me explain something first:
At my Junior High, instead of just my town, four other towns come on in and learn with us. Everyone is in the same position, no one knows anyone else and everyone is super uncomfortable.

So, with that said, let's get to it.
I made several friends from other towns, and some are still my friends today. Liz, oh poor Liz, she's great. She is my best friend, and I am so glad I found this girl. When I met her in seventh grade, we met on the second day, then didn't talk until second quarter. She was in my math, science and gym classes. I also made a friend, her name is Katrena, but everyone calls her Kat. She's also one of my best friends, and we drifted back and forth from seventh grade to now. I'll name off all my friends for you:
Liz (still friends)
Kat (still friends)
Matt (still friends
Danielle (were barely friends to begin with)

And James. James and I used to go to church together when we were little, and he hated my guts. I found him on Facebook one day in seventh grade, and the rest is history. He is one of my best friends, and I don't know what I'd ever do without him. He lives in the town I lived in before I moved to my current town. I hope that makes sense.

Seventh grade was great, everyone was nice to everyone else, and I never really got into anything until eighth grade. Eighth grade is the grade I remember more vividly, and a lot more happened.