In high school, starting in 9th grade, my best friend since 1st grade drifted away because of new friends. That made me depressed. He ended up dying in a stupid skateboarding accident in 11th grade. He wasn't even a skateboarder. I was devastated by his death and found out about it in homeroom when someone told him to rest in peace on the intercom during morning announcements. I was having a normal morning but was wondering why some kids were unusually quiet in homeroom and then that completely shocked me. I was wondering if I heard right and if it was true and what happened. That was a horrible feeling.

Also in 9th grade, I was failing my two honors classes and had to switch to non-honors to get my grades up so I wouldn't stay back. It was the right decision. My grades improved a lot and I passed 9th grade. However, my other friend was in the same honors classes as me and for some reason, he thought I switched out to get away from him. He took it personally for some reason and turned his back on me. That hurt.