The Day Jack Told Me To Go Away

I am a leader. I am a leader. I kept telling myself as my eyes softened and my mind lulled into the long sleep.

That day Jack told me to go away—to stop following him. What could I do? What could I say? He was my best friend; I stood in my impotent stance, complied, and walked away. Later, I mused on the thought that my other friends perceived me the same way jack did. I laid still in the darkness hoping that a good-night sleep would calm myself and things would return to normal. I then drifted into a black, meaningless dream, paralleling the emotion I felt that day.

I … through through school meticulously watching the little hand tick on each successive second. During recess I sat on the splitted, wood sidewalk throwing pieces of mulch into the air as I abstained myself from any human interaction. During class, I sat still in our old school chairs careful not to speak or make any noise. Every question the teacher asked whizzed through one part of my ear and out the other. At times, I looked over at Jack for an indication of an apology--something that would … my feelings and. Days, weeks, and months went by but nothing changed. By definition I was insane: I expected something to eventually change but nevertheless continued my usual routine day-in and day-out. …show more content…
I recalled all the moments I had stayed after school and met Jack. Every P.E. period I had participated in and thrown a dodgeball. Every memory, I see myself meeting jack at my own request; he had never asked for me. I thought of more examples to affirm this conclusion: that he was right. Someone who hurts others couldn’t have been right I thought; it was