Pamelee Paris

How to be a Heartbreaker

High school sucks. At least for most people it does. Secondary 4 was probably my worst year. We all know what it’s like to not fit in. I was one of the only black girls in my entire school. I had friends...or at least I thought I did. When I was younger, from secondary one through three, I had a clique. We were all outsiders together so that made high school so much easier. Unfortunately by the time I reached secondary 4, that entire clique had been dismantled. My best friend had been hospitalized unfortunately, two of my closest friends had moved away, I dated one of the members and when we broke up, the friendship was over, some found new friends, others had graduated, and before I knew it, it was just me. So what kept me going? Well that’s easy. The whole reason I was looking forward to high school was to be grown. What do grown women have that little girls don’t? Boyfriends. That’s right.