It all started with a tweet through twitter "Friday night lights" the tweet said. I started getting a lot of retweets and favorites. This was weird because I was never that popular in twitter. Then one of my friends quoted it and shouted "you're all Mexican and you go watch football" Basically the tweet was being a stereotypes against us Mexicans because watching football in an All American tradition. I laughed about it because we were cool, right? So I replied to her quoted tweet, "ya callate pinche nopal" because that's how we got along. Telling each other "b****, hoe" was part of our daily routine. So by my reply it wouldn't affect our friendship.
So the next day it was Thursday and it was just a normal day. But when it was break time, it all felt weird. I went to meet up with my friends in the quad and as I was walking I heard some murmurs.
“That walking Mexican” said one girl.
“Haha she watches football?” another boy said under his voice.
But I pretended to not hear anything because my parents, being the most old fashion parents out there always told me “Que te valga madre lo que la gente di ti” meaning that whatever people talk or rumor about me, I shouldn't mind to care or believe what others say, so I emphasized that customs I grew up with.
As I was in our little group everyone was acting different. Our endless conversations, those many laughters, almost dieing of a laugh attack, devanshed that morning. My hello was the only respond I heard threw out the day. No one was giving me eye contact, Nothing everything so strange. I didn’t really pay attention because I thought “Hey maybe they are just having a bad day, I’m there friend, I understand” because that’s what friends are for suppose to be there for them when they need them right?
Lunch, I got to admit was one of the worst lunches ever in my WHOLE life. My friends and I had planned to go to McDonalds, in my new car. As I was walking to the parking lot, I see my brand new car that my parents had worked so hard for, completely destroyed. It was all scratched up and the windshield were broken. A note was in the rooftop and it said “Pinche Mexicanota!!! You think you are some white b**** in twitter talking all this shti yet your Mexican as f***!”
I was torn like the most romantic carnation flower, torn into endless pieces. I didn’t know that one simple tweet would cause so much drama. A careless updated tweet that I had updated without minding or even over thinking the final solution.
I called my lifesaver, my dad so he could come to school and see what had happen to this new car. As he approached my car, I could see anger in his eyes. But he hid all that even once we were home.
I got home, silence. Dead complete silence, quieter than the Sunday Morning mass which I would attend every weekend. I quickly grabbed something to nibble on and heading straight to my room. Of course, I was so tempted to check my Twitter account.
Biggest mistake ever! I had so many direct messages and tweets all about me. Every single tweet, message involving the updated tweet I had posted last night.
Little did I know that my friend who we got along so well, a friendship that was over 10 years old, now was completely torn apart. I broke down in tears because all these negative messages I was receiving were all her fault. Our beautiful friendship, a friendship where we considered each other sister was destroyed over something so simple. What I do not understand is why would she get so mad, to a point where she made my life a living hell.
I asked her the next day what was wrong and she told me she hated me because I had embarrassed her. The guy she was completely head over heels has seen my tweet. My best friend more in love with a stranger boy she had barely met. Her love towards him was as passionate as a daughter-mother endless unconditional love. I thought it was so dumb because our friendship basically got ruined for a dumb boy. Boys will eventually come and go but she didn't notice that. Both our lives had made a complete turn.
Things were never the same, the name calling elevated more, she made my life a living hell even more. I couldn't take it anymore.
My senior year, that one year that suppose to be the best, was the WORST. I had moved schools because I couldn't handle anything anymore. “Que te vale madre lo que la gente diga” was a saying that had abolished and that ignore what MY “friends” would talk about me. I had betrayed my parents customs, for my “friends” in the way where I actually cared what people said about me. The tweets, the messages, the name calling through the hallways had just over passed the standards. So bad that I had to move schools, or else I would’ve gone insane.
My parents, who are my lifesavers changed me to independent studies. Such a different environment than what I was used to. I wasn’t the same, I wasn’t able to socialize, be myself and have fun. All this trouble that could've been prevented, occurred in an account full of lifeless childish drama. A tweet had ruined not only a great friendship and I great person, but most importantly a great life.