Lost Friend
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6 years ago I had the most amazing best friend. He was 9 and I was 8. We were in 4th grade. We were best friends, we did everything together. His name was matt. In 4th grade boys were icky but secretly I had liked Matt. I met him on the first day of 4th grade. It all started when I lost my favorite pencil.
I had dropped my pencil somewhere. It was my lucky school pencil, everything went smooth when I had it. I looked everywhere for it. Then I was trying to find it and I bumped into someone.
"Oops sorry," I said innocently
"That's okay, what are you doing," Matt said curiously
"I lost my favorite pencil," I said sadly
"Here, have mine," Matt said handing me a pencil
"Thanks but my pencil was special," I said rejecting the offer
"Oh well here have it anyway, it's special because it's from me," he said.
I smiled, "Okay ill take it."
"So wanna be friends?" he asked
"Yes please, my name is Chelsea," I informed
"Cool, mine is Matt," he said.
After we both knew each other we sat next to each other everyday. Years went by we stayed friends. We were going to graduate elementary school together.
One day during the 5th grade I noticed Matt wasn't at school. A whole week passed, he never showed at school. Whenever I called his house no one answered. I became to miss him deeply, he was really my only friend.
One day after school I was sitting on the couch with my mom. She was watching the news. A story came on, about a fire.
"House fire killed a whole family," the news reporter said.
"Sunday night the house lit on fire, everyone was asleep no one knew of the fire, by the time the fire was reported it was too late for this average family, none of them made it." she continued. When they showed pictures of the family I recognized one of them, it was Matt, he had died.
I never saw Matt again. I had lost my only friend.
It was the night before the first day of high school and I was looking at pictures when one of me and Matt came up. I started crying and asking myself how I was going to get through high school with my only friend I ever had dead.
I was a pretty girl. For the first two years in middle school I was asked out every week by a different guy. I never talked and rejected anyone who asked me out. I think that finally got the point I didn't want friends or a boyfriend. Honestly I was scared to get close to anyone else. As a child I was abused. Matt was the only person I could tell he was my only get away but then he died. Even now I don't like coming out of my room, scared of getting close to people and being abused.
I had dropped my pencil somewhere. It was my lucky school pencil, everything went smooth when I had it. I looked everywhere for it. Then I was trying to find it and I bumped into someone.
"Oops sorry," I said innocently
"That's okay, what are you doing," Matt said curiously
"I lost my favorite pencil," I said sadly
"Here, have mine," Matt said handing me a pencil
"Thanks but my pencil was special," I said rejecting the offer
"Oh well here have it anyway, it's special because it's from me," he said.
I smiled, "Okay ill take it."
"So wanna be friends?" he asked
"Yes please, my name is Chelsea," I informed
"Cool, mine is Matt," he said.
After we both knew each other we sat next to each other everyday. Years went by we stayed friends. We were going to graduate elementary school together.
One day during the 5th grade I noticed Matt wasn't at school. A whole week passed, he never showed at school. Whenever I called his house no one answered. I became to miss him deeply, he was really my only friend.
One day after school I was sitting on the couch with my mom. She was watching the news. A story came on, about a fire.
"House fire killed a whole family," the news reporter said.
"Sunday night the house lit on fire, everyone was asleep no one knew of the fire, by the time the fire was reported it was too late for this average family, none of them made it." she continued. When they showed pictures of the family I recognized one of them, it was Matt, he had died.
I never saw Matt again. I had lost my only friend.
It was the night before the first day of high school and I was looking at pictures when one of me and Matt came up. I started crying and asking myself how I was going to get through high school with my only friend I ever had dead.
I was a pretty girl. For the first two years in middle school I was asked out every week by a different guy. I never talked and rejected anyone who asked me out. I think that finally got the point I didn't want friends or a boyfriend. Honestly I was scared to get close to anyone else. As a child I was abused. Matt was the only person I could tell he was my only get away but then he died. Even now I don't like coming out of my room, scared of getting close to people and being abused.
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