Considering how the “friend” I had made around those ages is the one who later bullied me, made it so that no one would speak to me, verbally tore me to pieces emotionally (got others involved as well on this), and later got a bunch of girls to join in and corner me in the girls locker room in seventh grade to finally physically attack me?
No. No I don’t want to join in on this charming trip down memory lane, thanks.