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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