When I was about 12 years old, I got into a purse fight with my friend, Liz. A purse fight was a fight where we hit each other in the faces with our purses, so it's about what it sounds like it would be. We frequently got into purse fights among my group of friends because we were mature enough (or wanted to be mature enough) to carry purses filled with Bonne Bell Lip Smackers and elaborately folded secret notes, but we were immature enough to think one of the best uses for our purses was smacking each other in the faces.
But this one purse fight was particularly nasty. I don't know what started it. One of us probably threatened to tell some boy that the other one had a crush on him and it ended in blood, tears, broken glasses and the Principal's office. Well, the Vice Principal's office. I don't believe the principal of my Middle School was either there or doing anything at all ever.
However, after about a half an hour of hysterics and face slapping, we decided not to tell on each other and it was over and we were besties all over again.
See, when you find a strong group of friends while adrift in the horrors of middle school, you work together no matter how pissed off you are at them at any given time. You gotta hold the line. Because there's a whole slew of hyena girls out there ready to pick you off when you get separated from one another.
My point is, I'm so fucking glad I'm not a girl between the ages of 11 and 14. And it scares the crap out of my that my daughter is a girl between the ages of 11 and 14. All I can hope is that she finds a strong group of friends for herself who won't get her in trouble with the vice principal for breaking their glasses during a purse fight.
Sorry about your glasses, Liz.
Chin up, Miss M. There are other good kids out there looking for real friends, too.