A person who I never thought would be my friend. The very person who tormented me more than anyone else in my grade. The one who tried to make things right, in piano class which we shared. In which I still didn't trust him. It wasn't so much the fact I held a grudge, as he had done stuff like this before. He would get on my good side than just use me to get gold on an online game we played, I would say together but he rarely grouped up with me for anything... unless he wanted gold.
I remember one year when my best friend kept asking me who I liked that year. He would list off a few names, which at the time I truthfully didn't like anyone. Well he kept asking me with the same list of people, it was a narrow list, so eventually I finally gave, I was tired of him asking me every to near everyday. Well I should have known it wouldn't stop there. I don't remember questions he asked, but questions just kept coming. Some how eventually word got out to this kid who always tormented me. He would be nice one second only to throw it back in my face one way or another.
Of course he couldn't just leave it at I "liked" someone. I never really got the chance to tell anyone my true feelings for this girl. Yeah she was winsome don't get me wrong, but I didn't like her enough to be in a relationship with her. I didn't and truthfully still don't care all that much for a relationship. I find beauty in everything, it's hard to explain the way I am about this stuff so I'm not going to get into it, maybe save it for another post; when I know what I mean. Word ended up getting around to this girl, which she was snoody about the whole ordeal. Of course though it was't just one classmate picking on me about this, it was two. One Of course I got along with better, but that's mostly because we were I suppose off and on again friends.
Never, not once did I think the person I stood by through hard times, would become friends. It was a thought out of mind for me. Things changed though as he changed. Through out the year we had piano class together, I think it was the year before this incident, him and I did start to get alone a bit better. Now I have to rephrase that sentence a little because I can't speak for him, I don't know if he wanted to be my friend or not, and I don't know how he felt about me throughout piano. The point here though, is that I started to change the way I felt about him, he wasn't so much the bad guy anymore as it was just trying to fit in with the right people. I say that because him and I shared a friend at the time, so we were around each other a bit more.
Still I skeptical of this friendship just because the way he treated me before, I knew what he was like. I'm not the time of person to hold a grudge, so becoming friends or letting my guard down was just second nature at that time. I love helping and being friendly to people, though I did ease my way into trusting him, to the fullest someone could trust another that's used them more than once.
Well as he kept missing school, and when he was at school, he would always be down in the nurses office. I remember one day; at lunch I believe it was, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. He had his head laying on the table and arms covering his eyes. I hadn't seen anyone in as much pain as he was in that day. At this point I didn't know a whole lot of what was going on, though the friend we shared knew a bit more than me, but he kept it to himself. Things... they only got worse from that point.
I remember sometime in the fall, it was just getting cold outside, cold enough to need a coat but warm enough you didn't. I text my mom earlier that day in despair. The friend we shared was upset, to the point he went to the bathroom to punch a wall I believe, tears rolled down his cheeks. I've never even seen this friend upset or mad now that I think of it. He told us before hand that our friend had a tumor. That's all I knew from that point, I didn't know if it was cancerous or not. I text my mom to let her know what was happening. It was one of those days where I wanted to go home but at the same time needed to keep my mind else where.
Later that day when I got home from school, I don't remember how it all happened, but we ended up heading down the road a few miles to check up on his family to hear what was actually happening. I went inside to see him, and me as quite as I am didn't talk much to him, which I felt bad because his dad told me that he wasn't as talk active as he use to be due to everything that was happening, I don't remember all of what was happening so I can't say for sure if he was on medication at the time or anything like that.
My mom and his were setting outside talking about the whole thing, my mom wanted to help out you know, and early that day- actually I remember a bit of why we went over in the first place, I wanted help, and I wanted to see how bad the situation was because it was unclear to me rather or not it was cancerous, either way I wanted to help. I was in a bit better of a mood when I got to see that he was doing decent. We were there were a while, so my mom and his could talk.
We were heading home and I found out it was the unfortunate C. I was devastated, not to mention the fact if I am correct, it was a rare form of cancer. I stuck beside him from the beginning til the end. My mom and I tried the best we could to help support them for both emotional and financial cares. If wasn't a whole lot, but we set out donation cans, with their permission of course, and tried out very best to be there for their family. We got clearance from the school to sell t-shirt to help raise money. The friend we shared, his best friend wasn't going to help raise money for him. It was a task for him to spend a little bit for a good cause, that hurt me more than anything. Who dumps their best friend like that?
This is where I stop for tonight, but through all that Thanksgiving came with little thanks to give for why someone was taken, but plenty of thanks for what's been received, for another one of my friends hit a rough patch.
I remember one year when my best friend kept asking me who I liked that year. He would list off a few names, which at the time I truthfully didn't like anyone. Well he kept asking me with the same list of people, it was a narrow list, so eventually I finally gave, I was tired of him asking me every to near everyday. Well I should have known it wouldn't stop there. I don't remember questions he asked, but questions just kept coming. Some how eventually word got out to this kid who always tormented me. He would be nice one second only to throw it back in my face one way or another.
Of course he couldn't just leave it at I "liked" someone. I never really got the chance to tell anyone my true feelings for this girl. Yeah she was winsome don't get me wrong, but I didn't like her enough to be in a relationship with her. I didn't and truthfully still don't care all that much for a relationship. I find beauty in everything, it's hard to explain the way I am about this stuff so I'm not going to get into it, maybe save it for another post; when I know what I mean. Word ended up getting around to this girl, which she was snoody about the whole ordeal. Of course though it was't just one classmate picking on me about this, it was two. One Of course I got along with better, but that's mostly because we were I suppose off and on again friends.
Never, not once did I think the person I stood by through hard times, would become friends. It was a thought out of mind for me. Things changed though as he changed. Through out the year we had piano class together, I think it was the year before this incident, him and I did start to get alone a bit better. Now I have to rephrase that sentence a little because I can't speak for him, I don't know if he wanted to be my friend or not, and I don't know how he felt about me throughout piano. The point here though, is that I started to change the way I felt about him, he wasn't so much the bad guy anymore as it was just trying to fit in with the right people. I say that because him and I shared a friend at the time, so we were around each other a bit more.
Still I skeptical of this friendship just because the way he treated me before, I knew what he was like. I'm not the time of person to hold a grudge, so becoming friends or letting my guard down was just second nature at that time. I love helping and being friendly to people, though I did ease my way into trusting him, to the fullest someone could trust another that's used them more than once.
Well as he kept missing school, and when he was at school, he would always be down in the nurses office. I remember one day; at lunch I believe it was, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. He had his head laying on the table and arms covering his eyes. I hadn't seen anyone in as much pain as he was in that day. At this point I didn't know a whole lot of what was going on, though the friend we shared knew a bit more than me, but he kept it to himself. Things... they only got worse from that point.
I remember sometime in the fall, it was just getting cold outside, cold enough to need a coat but warm enough you didn't. I text my mom earlier that day in despair. The friend we shared was upset, to the point he went to the bathroom to punch a wall I believe, tears rolled down his cheeks. I've never even seen this friend upset or mad now that I think of it. He told us before hand that our friend had a tumor. That's all I knew from that point, I didn't know if it was cancerous or not. I text my mom to let her know what was happening. It was one of those days where I wanted to go home but at the same time needed to keep my mind else where.
Later that day when I got home from school, I don't remember how it all happened, but we ended up heading down the road a few miles to check up on his family to hear what was actually happening. I went inside to see him, and me as quite as I am didn't talk much to him, which I felt bad because his dad told me that he wasn't as talk active as he use to be due to everything that was happening, I don't remember all of what was happening so I can't say for sure if he was on medication at the time or anything like that.
My mom and his were setting outside talking about the whole thing, my mom wanted to help out you know, and early that day- actually I remember a bit of why we went over in the first place, I wanted help, and I wanted to see how bad the situation was because it was unclear to me rather or not it was cancerous, either way I wanted to help. I was in a bit better of a mood when I got to see that he was doing decent. We were there were a while, so my mom and his could talk.
We were heading home and I found out it was the unfortunate C. I was devastated, not to mention the fact if I am correct, it was a rare form of cancer. I stuck beside him from the beginning til the end. My mom and I tried the best we could to help support them for both emotional and financial cares. If wasn't a whole lot, but we set out donation cans, with their permission of course, and tried out very best to be there for their family. We got clearance from the school to sell t-shirt to help raise money. The friend we shared, his best friend wasn't going to help raise money for him. It was a task for him to spend a little bit for a good cause, that hurt me more than anything. Who dumps their best friend like that?
This is where I stop for tonight, but through all that Thanksgiving came with little thanks to give for why someone was taken, but plenty of thanks for what's been received, for another one of my friends hit a rough patch.
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