FoxFire Project

The Foxfire Project, begun by Eliot Wigginton and his students in the 1960s, was designed to save from oblivion the local color of a particular Southern region: the dialect, customs, recipes, antiques, manners, clothes, games and rituals of a particular area.

As a class, the students enrolled in Ms. Rojo's AP English Language and Composition class have compiled their own stories for their own version of a “Foxfire E-Magazine” renamed "Leafing".

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Mean Girl


As a kid in school, all you worry about is playing with your friends and finishing the activity assigned by the teacher. That’s what I always had in my mind, until I had enough with one of my friends. It was second grade, when I had two friends named Diana and Vanessa and we became inseparable like the three musketeers. But as usual between a group of friends, there appears to be that one friend that senses the role of the leader, but in my case her throne was taken too literal. 
As the year progressed, Diana demanded gifts and us to follow her rules she set on the games we played at lunch in the playground. However, if we didn’t do as she requested, Diana threatened us to end our friendship. Unfortunately, our innocence and the thought that it seemed like was a true friendship blinded me to see that she was taking advantage us. Who would’ve thought an eight year old had bad intensions? One day my mother noticed how I would always spend money on one particular friend, and asked questions regarding Diana about how she treated Vanessa and I. Since I didn’t know her true intensions, I answered her question nonchalantly. My mother became outraged, “No one is going to take advantage of my little girl, I’m going to talk to her mother” she exclaimed. I was suddenly afraid, “What have I done, she’s my friend!”  I thought. Later my mother, had told me how everything I gave to Diana wasn’t being an actually friend, in her eyes, I remained just a simple classmate that followed her rules. This realization made me feel ashamed and anger began building up. 
The next day was Monday and felt ready to confront her about the way she has been treating meWhen the bell rang for lunch, I walked to the cafeteria and ate my food with confidence. A few moments later when we went to the playground, she demanded the usual once again, but this time I refused with prideHer jaw dropped like an anchor drops into the sea and after that, Diana never asked anything ever again. From that day, I have never let anyone boss me around and learned my lesson that not everyone appears to be honest and a true friend.

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