Not really a poem, just JEALOUSY

We'll call her Sally.
I've known Sally since I was in second grade. She changed my life. My life used to be perfect, uncorrupted and everyone was my friend. I used to be popular and everyone got along. Until Sally.

Two years ago I moved away from the state where both Sally and I lived. She still haunts me. I guess I really haven't gotten over how jealous I really am of her because last night I had a dream and there she was...Sally. She wasn't the only one there though, her boyfriend was there too. Did I say dream before? More like a ghost story, but almost a nightmare.

See, Sally was always the girl that eveyrone loved, and sometimes loved to hate. She wasn't what you would call a BAD girl though. Her dad was my teacher at one point and her mom a coach at the highschool. But man, she had, and still has, it all. She's athletic and pretty, with long blonde hair that's all smooth and shiny. When I say athletic, I mean she was playing eighth grade sports in fifth grade (private school.) Her dad was always coaching all the girls teams and it seemed like he always changed the rules so she could play with the best teams.

Sally also was smart. She was smarter than me, and every grade I had that was better than hers was worthy to celebrate. Don't take it wrong though, I'm pretty smart too, but she was just always a little smarter than me.

In sixth grade I did the stupidest thing ever. I told my friend "Amy" how much I hated Sally. How her hair was stupid looking, how she was a flirt, and that just for once, I wanted her to play on the "right" sports team. Guess what Amy did? She told Sally. Man was I embarassed. I denied it all, and so for the rest of that sixth grade year, Sally asked all the guys to tell her if I said anything bad about her. That was probably the most attention I had gotten from her since fourth grade, when we had been somewhat friends.

But you know what? In seventh grade we made up. We were friends. I apologized for everything mean I had said to her that previous year. We never where what you would call best friends, but we got along and when it was just the two of us we really connected. When I moved she gave me a little present and camera, and sat by me at our going away party. I've never talked to her on the phone before, though once I called her house, and I'm glad she wasn't there.

Sally made the Varsity volleyball team at her highschool, whereas I had only made freshman. I wasn't really angry about that though, since I really hadn't played much volleyball before. I made my highschools Varsity team though, but she only made JV, (her school doesn't have a freshman team.) You may call me selfcentered, or say I'm bragging too much, but it's one "victory" that I have over Sally.

I guess that if from all the memories I have with her, I just have picked out the negative ones. Throughout my life I've been so jealous of her, that I never looked to see what I have. For one I don't have a boyfriend, but that's fine by me. I'd rather not have one than have hers to tell the truth. I've had parents and siblings that care about me, and have been far greater teachers and coaches in life than her dad could even dream of teaching anyone in 2 years of school. But most importantly, I've found greater friends than she ever will have. I can't say for certain that she's had someone she can say would be her friend forever, and that's what I have. To everyone out there, Amanda S., Amanda W., MacKenzie, Jena, Kristen, and my Team at school, I'd just like to say thanks.

If anyone was crazy enough to read this whole thing, Thanks!