When I met Sherron, it was the first day of sixth grade at Seven Springs Middle School. We were the last to leave Mrs. Jacobs' first period class and we didn't know where our second period was, so we decided to go together. After that, we became best friends. The first thing we learned about each other was that I was twenty-one days older than she was.
As always, minor drama occurred on a daily basis in our lives, but nothing too serious; after all, we were only eleven. After I had broken up with my first boyfriend Davis, she and I worked together on a science project at my house that ended in a paint fight. My birthday that summer was spent in Wisconsin, but Sherron and I were together more times than we could count.
Seventh grade came along, and the drama got way worse. She was trying really, really hard to fit in with the "popular" gifted crowd and that apparently didn't involve being with me. I began cutting that year, and I confided everything in her; I don't know if she kept those secrets, but soon enough she started cutting too. An eating disorder overtook her soon, and I recall times staying in the bathroom with her, being late to class, because she needed someone with her to throw up. The "popular friends" that she had, which she told about her current condition, all turned their backs on her and reported her to guidance, leaving her to the dust. Meanwhile, we weren't talking at all and I hadn't told anyone about her. So after everyone else deserted her in seventh grade that were girls except for me, she apologized for ignoring me and treating me badly, but then she moved over to guys. It seemed like there was a new guy every week, every day, and she "liked" every one of them, even "loved." Summer came, as did my birthday, and she came and had a sleepover; it was our last at my house.
Eighth grade was a mess. We barely talked, and even though she pushed aside all her other girl friends for guys, she expected the rest of us that were ignored to be there for her. While I didn't like what she was doing, and I thought she was an awful friend to me, I was there when she wanted me to be. The instance, however, when I realized that boys and being with a boy at all times was when my friend Sam had nearly been trampled by a horse the previous weekend; she tried to tell Sherron, who was with her interest of the moment Chris Poole, but Sherron ignored the ordeal without comment. Later on in the year, when the four of us (Chelsi, Sherron, Sam, and I) knew that we all were going into IB together, Sherron claimed she was sorry for this past year and hoped we all would be good together at Gulf High. And we were, for a time.
During the summer no one talked much except Chelsi and I, mostly because we were having issues with Sam, but other than that we were alright. The school year started, and Sherron was already back on her path to men. She had at least three crushes, and in the first semester she had had at least five boyfriends, while liking numerous others. She'd claim for every breakup that her parents made her do it and said that she loved them. This has not changed.
Third quarter, second semester, came around and with it came her "cutting" and "eating disorder." Her parents found her, apparently, and then after allegedly going to the hospital, Sherron was admitted to a rehab facility for about two months. The truth came out. Her boyfriend of the time Charlie, who was my favorite because they had known each other for the longest time in diabetes camp, "cheated" on her and all of our mutual friends, especially Chelsi, revealed their true thoughts.
The night she came home, I told Chelsi but she didn't respond to any messages. There was supposed to be a get-together at Sherron's house that Saturday, and the Friday night before I was home alone when Chelsi texted me. After talking for awhile, I brought up what was going to happen the next day and that's when she said "Can I tell you something and know you won't tell anyone else?" I said okay, and then she replied with "I really don't like Sherron. I'm not happy she's back." For the next three hours, we talked about what we really thought and came up with the following.
Sherron loves attention and doesn't get any at home; she over-exaggerates what actually happens in order to get sympathy from others, and she has even lied about very serious instances. For example, for three years she has claimed she gets beaten around by her parents with bad bruises and wants to get out, but when confronted with an actual escape (Chelsi's dad is a cop), she says "Oh it's not that bad, I'll be fine." Cutting was never real; who the f*** cuts with a steak knife, for one, and then the marks aren't deep at all and barely bleeding or breaking skin? The "eating disorder" that she said she had wasn't one at all; even though I used to go into the bathroom with her in seventh grade when she threw up, that was three years ago, and the therapist she saw in rehab said that she had anorexia, not bulimea. No way would a doctor misdiagnose a patient, and thus Sherron lied again. After rehab, she and Charlie broke up, and immediately afterwards, she was after Kyle McDowell again (who she broke up with for Charlie) but then she liked a guy hardly knew (which hurt Kyle again) and moved over to Jimmy Carson and then to a guy named Costa and then Hunter Swartzel, and now we are at Charles Weiss. Every single one of these guys she says she loved, not to mention the many in the three years of middle school, and regardless of the time span of the relationship (sometimes a day, or a couple weeks, or maybe a month or so) she would cry when they left after saying they were her "forever love" but then the next day she would be on the next guy and pretend her most recent relationship never existed.
During spring break, I confronted Sherron about the guy obsession and she got defensive right off the bat. I stopped talking to her, stopped trying to make amends, stopped listening to her at all. I ignored her at school, and then she deleted me off of Facebook. Right now, thinking about all of this, I'm removing her as a phone contact (didn't before because I don't think about her much). Chelsi, although her thoughts were the catalyst to this whole situation, took a few weeks to pull herself away from the mess, and then our whole French class talked to us about it and it ended up with knowing that absolutely no one liked her at all. No one liked how she manipulated so many boys (which is a result of her daddy issues), or how she would create stories in order to get attention of others.
Currently, there is supposedly a rumor about her going around that says she is no longer a virgin. I may have not started this rumor, or spread it, but honestly it isn't a bad rumor; it isn't nearly as bad as the one that Sherron is spreading about me that says that not only do I have sex with every guy I like but I also have had sexual intercourse with at least four other people. To clear all this up, I will admit that I have had sex with two people: my fiance Graham, and my ex Jimmy. I almost did it with Mitchell, but that's it. I do not put out myself to guys I barely know, and on the "every guy I like" part, I've been with Graham for nearly two years now and he was my first [sexual experience]. I am not a whore, I am not a slut, I am in no way "easy." I am like all other normal girls, one that values a solid relationship and romance instead of physical pleasure. Sherron and I didn't have a messy fall-out, so why in the world would she think it's okay to spread rumors about not only me but Chelsi? All we did was get tired of her shenanigans; we didn't create a rumor and spread it like fire in dead wood. Honestly, I don't care what people think about me, because all that matters is what I think of myself and what my closest friends and family think, but it is not acceptable, what she's doing.
Slowly but surely Chelsi and I, along with Bailey, are unofficially working on exposing the spotlight-hungry girl she really is to others that believe she is their friend. Questions we ask: "Does she tell you that she's only told you something but then you find out that everyone else knows?" "Does she tell you you're her 'bestie?'" "Has she been jealous of you?" "Has she tried to copy you?" "When you have a problem, does she really listen to you when you talk or is she both multitasking and talking about herself and her apparent problems?"
She isn't worth the trouble anymore; the drama that she alone causes is enough for all four years of high school. For saying I'm done with her, that may make me a bad friend to her, but I've put up with her utter and complete crap for about four years and I am tired of it. I've had enough of her fake problems when I'm having real ones. A friend is someone that, yes, trusts in you her problems but also will listen and help you with yours. And she wasn't like that with me, Chelsi, Sam, Bailey, or hardly anyone I've talked to.
Sherron Lynn is a disease, and I do feel sorry for her, but only because she feels the need to create fake attention for herself. She needs therapy and rehab, but not for eating disorders. All paying attention to her and feeling sympathy for her will do is encourage her to make the same destructive decisions over and over and over again until she crashes and cannot get better.
Love,
Caitlyn
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