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Sometimes I Wonder

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I'll be honest. I think about you sometimes. I wonder about where you are, what you're doing, who you're thinking of. We used to be so close, so what happened to us? What happened to the great friendship we had?

Sixth grade was a great year that I will never forget. We met each other, and we had a blast hanging out. We clicked instantly, constantly spending the night at each other's houses, hanging out on weekends. Then you left for the summer back to your home town in Florida. Two months passed and I had talked to you once, but then you returned, the same Dara I knew, only a little taller and slightly tanner. We laughed and had all the fun like before.

Seventh grade rolled around, and we began to drift. Then, of course, the meanest girl in school came in between us. She spread nasty rumors about you. How you hated all of your friends secretly. The only thing you wanted was popularity, she had told me. I didn't believe her, and I shrugged her off. But then you heard of the nasty words, and you got hurt. You lashed out at me, the closest person to you. You blamed all those terrible things on me, not Jessica. I insisted it was her, but you wouldn't listen.

Only then did I believe Jessica about her words. Her terrible, awful, truthful words. I lost you.

Eighth grade you still weren't over it. I couldn't believe that you held a grudge for that long. That wasn't the girl I knew. But then again, the Dara I knew didn't cuss, didn't go out with guys, didn't wear dark makeup that hid her beautiful eyes. I knew 100 percent that you had changed. Jessica won, and I lost. I lost you. I became mad, and I couldn't care less about what happened to you.

But I'll be honest now. I still wonder about you. How your life is, how your parents are. Who you like, what sports you're into. I wonder about your chores, your pets, your brother. And I'll never know. Because you changed, and now all I can do is wonder.

Hold onto your friends. Fight for them.

 

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