Living without a sidekick

I’ve never had a “sidekick” I’ve had friends but it always ended in tears. Not actual tears. I’m too strong for that. They only pretended to be friends. The only real friend I’ve had moved to another city after 1st grade. We went to the same preschool. She could have been my sidekick. I was so upset she left so when she called me, I didn’t want to talk to her. Maybe we wouldn’t have kept in touch anyway.

In Elementary school I had a friend who I spent time with after school. But she always wanted me to take money to school so we could buy candy. At the time I didn’t realise that she was just using me. She also talked behind my back to another school mate. Our class was quite close so I did have other friends. But no sidekick there either.

When I had to repeat 4th grade, I lost touch with my old class but I got new friends. Or so I thought. In 6th grade everything changed for some reason. I become an outcast. No one wanted to be my friend. Group assignments were the worst. I hated them. At the same time school become more reluctant. I learned, I better be off without friends. They just deceive you anyway.

But I did get new friends when I got to Secondary school. The class was much smaller and my class mates were much nicer. There was boy I became friends with but I wouldn’t call him a sidekick.

Having friends and having a sidekick is different things. I’ve never had the latter and I don’t think I’ll ever find someone like that anyway. I’m used to being a loner. It might sound sad to some people but I’m no people person anyway. You could say, I’m my own sidekick. I don’t need a sidekick to feel better about myself. So far I haven’t needed one either. I’m not Sherlock or Batman after all.

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