My “Bestfriend”
“ So you won’t talk to me?” I asked him. He smiled down at the floor and nodded his head. He took a seat a couple of seats away from me. Whoever knew that a school bus could be a start of a friendship? I definitely did not, but this is how it all started.
On August 11th, 2011, I became best friends with a special person. His name was William. He had been there before for me whenever my silly young age relationship ended. Then, Unexpectedly in sixth grade I started riding his bus. We would talk and talk, and sometimes I didn’t even realize that we had stopped at the middle school to drop off the younger kids. Our conversations would go from our day before to our plans for the weekend. He made me forget about …show more content…
At that point, I was okay with it; I was busy with something else. The family problems had begun again, this time worse. We had moved in with my grandmother twice already. My family broke apart because of my father’s fault. Like every guy, he had cheated and abused her. My mom and I were hurt, but my little sister didn 't even know a thing. She’s only four. At this point, I felt depressed. I started out back again on not being myself. That sweet girl everyone once met was gone, and replaced by someone who always felt sad, and mean. I had not cared of what anyone said about me because William was still by my side. I lost people but I had the most important person in my life and that was my best friend. At least that is what I …show more content…
In ninth grade we were that one friendship that was unbreakable, until October 28, 2014. That first year of highschool was hard for me but harder for me to tell. William had started acting different around me. William wasn’t the William I used to know, he wasn’t my William anymore. “Why are you ignoring me?” I asked him in the Art classroom. He nodded his head and looked away and said, “It’s not like that.” “It’s not like that? Then how is it because you have been ignoring me all day!” I said while trying not to break down and cry. After that, everything went silent between us. He wasn’t able to look at me in the eyes. I felt like my heart was broken into million pieces. I tried so hard to breath but something was stopping me. When the bell rung for eighth hour I took the quickest way possible to Mrs. West’s classroom. I couldn’t see a thing with my eyes all filled up with tears. I saw Jada and ran into her arms. She at that moment was the only one who could cheer me
“ So you won’t talk to me?” I asked him. He smiled down at the floor and nodded his head. He took a seat a couple of seats away from me. Whoever knew that a school bus could be a start of a friendship? I definitely did not, but this is how it all started.
On August 11th, 2011, I became best friends with a special person. His name was William. He had been there before for me whenever my silly young age relationship ended. Then, Unexpectedly in sixth grade I started riding his bus. We would talk and talk, and sometimes I didn’t even realize that we had stopped at the middle school to drop off the younger kids. Our conversations would go from our day before to our plans for the weekend. He made me forget about …show more content…
At that point, I was okay with it; I was busy with something else. The family problems had begun again, this time worse. We had moved in with my grandmother twice already. My family broke apart because of my father’s fault. Like every guy, he had cheated and abused her. My mom and I were hurt, but my little sister didn 't even know a thing. She’s only four. At this point, I felt depressed. I started out back again on not being myself. That sweet girl everyone once met was gone, and replaced by someone who always felt sad, and mean. I had not cared of what anyone said about me because William was still by my side. I lost people but I had the most important person in my life and that was my best friend. At least that is what I …show more content…
In ninth grade we were that one friendship that was unbreakable, until October 28, 2014. That first year of highschool was hard for me but harder for me to tell. William had started acting different around me. William wasn’t the William I used to know, he wasn’t my William anymore. “Why are you ignoring me?” I asked him in the Art classroom. He nodded his head and looked away and said, “It’s not like that.” “It’s not like that? Then how is it because you have been ignoring me all day!” I said while trying not to break down and cry. After that, everything went silent between us. He wasn’t able to look at me in the eyes. I felt like my heart was broken into million pieces. I tried so hard to breath but something was stopping me. When the bell rung for eighth hour I took the quickest way possible to Mrs. West’s classroom. I couldn’t see a thing with my eyes all filled up with tears. I saw Jada and ran into her arms. She at that moment was the only one who could cheer me