Friday, 7 September 2012

My Friend


Rejected, Unloved, Lonely.
That is my life, nobody to talk to, nothing to do, just a sad lonely life, to live through.
Today as all days, I sat alone through lunch, and all of my classes wishing, just wishing that my only wish would come true, my one true wish is. . .To have a friend, any type of friend, I just want a friend.

I ponder the question, why do I have no friends, nobody to love, and i've come to the conclusion that well. . .this happended for a reason, proably a good reason at that!
One of my only friends which does not really count is my paper and pen, everytime I write all my sorrows go away, stories flow from my pen onto the paper, not once in my life have I ever crumpled a piece of paper up and thrown it into the bin, I always finish my stories and I aways will.

Now, today was Wedensday, my least favorite day of the week (altho, when I think about it in my head they all tie equally), while I was in second block, a girl came rushing in with a hall pass saying loudly, i'm sooo sorry i'm late, you see i'm new here, when she stopped she turned around and looked at the class, then she turned a shade of beetroot red, the teacher said that it was fine, she hurried to take her seat, she scanned the class for an empty desk, there was only one empty desk and that was right next to me, she spotted the desk and rushed towards it like someone else was trying to get a seat as well, I only wish, the seat next to my desk was always empty everybody avoided it, most tried to stay as far away from me as possible, so sometimes when a few people are away everybody stays on the other side of the class room, literally!!!

It turned out that this girls name was Caity, and that she had just fled her home country, because of the war, she and her mother had gotten fed up with all of the madness that was accumalating. All through the lesson we chated, she told me about her home country, and I told her about my boring life, Nah not really I told her about how I was the top writer in the school, she seemed very interested so I keeped going, for the whole lesson she listend so intently like she was learning something new for the first time, maybe she was like me, maybe she had never had someone to talk to, yes, that must be it.

It turned out that she had the same lessons as me every day of the week!!! From that point onwards it looked like my wish had finally been granted.

I had a friend.

Copyright © 2012 by Anna Morrison-Hill
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