She Taught me How to be Fearless

I don’t remember a lot of things from my elementary school days. I blame that on the fact that I was bullied for all those 6 years, so there was nothing really worth remembering other than a few moments like my 6th-grade graduation, Sports days, and that one moment in our 3rd-grade field trip wherein I felt like I might have made a friend. Elementary school field trips in Qatar around 10 years ago were always somewhat simple, we went to malls, the park, the movies; but as an 8-year-old those little things with your friends were enough to blow your mind. It was truly less spectacular when you didn’t have friends to sit with at the bus or when you ate, I was one of the few 8-year old’s who had to try to enjoy their field trips. 

They had brought us to the mall that year, there was this little pizzeria that agreed to let our class see how they made pizzas and at the end of it, we were surprised with our own little pizza-making workshop. We were divided into tables of 4 and thankfully I was grouped with girls who didn’t necessarily like or dislike me, at the time it felt like they had just forgotten I existed. The whole time I felt like I just wanted to make my pizza, inhale it, then get eaten by the ground. We worked in silence while the rest of the room echoed in laughter, we quietly watched as everyone else made a mess with their friends and it was like I could hear us all just collectively sigh.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I’ll be waiting, all there’s left to do is run…” 

My ears instantly perked up and my heart started to beat faster. I knew that song, Love Story by Taylor Swift. I loved it; I had been singing it nonstop for the past few days. My eyes started to look around for where it was coming from and they landed on the girl who was sitting across from me. We had been classmates for the past two years but this was the first time we had ever been somewhat close to each other. She continued to sing like no one else was at the table and as she neared the end of the song I decided to sing along. That may seem like such a simple little thing to many people, but to young Macey, that felt like the warmth all her other social interactions lacked. During that bus ride home, I finally had someone to sit beside and we just continued to talk about Taylor Swift more, she was just starting out as an artist then and I was a new fan but here we are now more than 10 years later and I still love her. 

That fleeting friendship lasted for about a week before we fizzled back into our usual routine of not speaking to each other, but that one moment of feeling like I had made a friend gave me hope that one day I would truly have one. Through the years, my love for her music has brought me some of my most wonderful friendships. One of them all of you might be familiar with is my friendship with the Media Club President, Mr Utkarsh Kumar. 

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