“Hyunae-ah!”
Hyunae turned around to see a boy with owl-like eyes waving his hands ferociously from afar. Her plump lips curved in recognition of the boy. He was Kyungsoo, her neighbor and best friend since elementary school. Their families were close together, and Kyungsoo often came over to her house to play or study together.
Hyunae often confided her problems to Kyungsoo, especially after her parents’ death. On days when she missed her parents most, Kyungsoo would come and make her smile again. He would wait until she was fast asleep and then he would return home.
“Wait up!”
Hyunae watched as her best friend ran up to her. He rested his right hand on her shoulder for support while catching his breath. Hyunae shook her head disapprovingly. “You didn’t need to run that fast.”
“But … I’m afraid … you … would leave me behind,” he said between his breaths.
“I won’t,” Hyunae assured,” now, let’s go to school.”
“Wait!”
Kyungsoo leaned forward until their faces were inches apart and examined her face, staring worriedly into her eyes. Hyunae could feel her face burning up. “W-what are y- you looking at?” Hyunae stammered.
“You cried again, didn’t you?” He pointed his finger accusingly at her slightly puffed eyes. Hyunae kept silent. “I knew it!” He pumped his fists in victory and turned his attention back to Hyunae. “Why did you cry?”
“I miss them, Kyungsoo.” Hyunae’s tears welled up in her eyes. Knowing what she meant, Kyungsoo held her in his arms and patted her head.
“It’s okay. I’m here,” his soothing voice said. Hyunae looked up to Kyungsoo’s face. “Don’t cry anymore.” She nodded slowly.
The two high school students arrived at the school gate of Victory High School. “Do you really have to do this?” Kyungsoo asked. Hyunae nodded v...
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...”You still haven’t stop liking him, Dasom? It has been 1 year already.”
“1 year and 6 months, Hyunae,” Dasom corrected.
Hyunae’s attention diverted to the brunette girl by the window who was painting her nails so carefully. She seemed so serious about it. Close to her seat sat a blonde girl that was watching a soccer game on her phone. “Goal!!!” the blonde girl roared. Hwayoung and Hyoyoung, the twins, were playing with their respective phones. Then, Hyunae noticed a petite, long-haired girl sitting by herself in her seat. Hyunae saw the girls’ hands scribbling so fast on the paper. She was so concentrated on her work that she did not pay any attention to her surroundings.
The class door slammed open. A friendly-looking woman dashed into the room carrying a huge stack of books. “Sorry, I’m late,” she apologized and bowed, “I am Han Seungyeon, your homeroom teacher.”
"No you're not. It's going to be okay. Remember the four year old we saw going on?" I embraced her tighter and it was then that I realized that I'm horrible at comforting
...was sick and dying, but because she needed to know and understand for herself why Sula betrayed her in such a manner. Armed with the information that Sula was sick and may be in need of assistance since no one else in the neighborhood was willing to help her, she visited Sula for the last time. Nevertheless, Sula had not changed, she still considered herself to be above reproach for whatever deeds she committed. Nel finally understood her friend for who she really was and realized that even though she did not like some of her way, she liked the good parts of her enough to forgive the bad. She is finally able to not only cross the chasm that was created in their friendship by Sula’s betrayal but she realized how much she really loved her as a friend, albeit a little too late since Sula was already dead. All in all Sula was a mean self-centered person whose only emotional outlet was in the person of her best friend Nel. They compliment each other in many ways and paint a myriad picture of what true friendship is all about. In friendship, one has to take the good with the bad, and the thick with the thin, and Sula and Nel were the best of friends in that respect.
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“I love you, I’m going to stay with your father and Nia, she can’t survive out there,” she sadly said.
“Shh,” He silenced me again, but much softer than before, “I’m happy you’re here with me. Just don’t say any more, please. I can almost go back. Holding your hand like this, I can almost deceive my own heart and pretend I’m not alone now.”
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Caiden was tall for the age of fifteen and always wore a hat he was also very ambitious, while Wilson was a stocky kid with red hair. They were both very diligent and that is probably what made them such good friends. They had been best friends since Caiden had moved into the neighborhood almost five years before. They spent almost every day at each other’s house. Sometimes they would play catch in one of their backyards or they would walk to the local baseball fields to practice hitting or on other days they would just play video games at either of their houses On this particular day Caiden’s mother walked out of the house and into the backyard with an excited look on her face.
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“Lexie, sweet heart, what’s wrong?” I asked as I looked at her face with soaking wet cheeks. She then looked up at me with bright red eyes, tears still spilling out.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
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