Finding a Friend

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It was a day just like any other. School had ended and I was making my way home, No friends. I mean, who would want to walk home with the kid who has issues? I’m always alone in school, always the last one picked for a game of football. Why would that change now? I took the route I always took, through the park, down the hill and past the housing estate. You wouldn’t think the housing estate would be the worst part of the journey. Well, for me it was. In the park there was always a group teenagers with their hoods up. They always made me feel uneasy when I walked by. Oh, and dare I forget the older kids who waited for the bus at the bottom of the hill. They always had a new name to call me or some joke about me. It could be my hair or my clothes or it could even be the way I walked; it didn’t matter, they always have something to say. But neither of those things compared to the housing estate. It was not dangerous or scary; in fact, it’s what you would call a perfect neighbourhood; It’s what I saw through the windows that was most painful. People say it’s weird to look through another person’s window, but I just couldn’t help myself. Looking in, watching a big family huddle around a TV. Some laughing, some shouting, even crying sometimes, but all of them happy. The most painful thing was watching some boy or girl walk through a door and then greeted by the mother or the father. God, I wish I knew what that was like. But looking in on all these families, all different, all unique, all so inviting, it made me wonder. Other times it made me sad, and angry, so angry I want to scream at the top of my voice. But there was one feeling that dwarfed everything, and that would be jealousy. Well, I had every right to be jealous, a... ... middle of paper ... ... leave without saying a word, because that had been the case for the last few days, but she didn’t. Instead, she said, “Hi. Aren’t you the new kid, the one you arrived a few days ago? What are you doing up here?” My whole body clenched up, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself on the first word, but after a few moments of silence I managed to respond, “Yea; I arrived a few days ago. I’m Mathew. Um... who are you?” “I’m Kelsey, I’m sorry about what happed to your parents. I know what it’s like” “Thanks, so um... why are you up here?” “I’m looking for some paint for my art work. Do you want to help me?” “Yea, I’d love to” She then picked up a box of paints and made her way back down stairs, calling back to me, telling me to follow her. Ever since my parents died, I had felt like I was alone, she may not know what that’s like, but still I hoped I’d found a friend.
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