Rescue Me ( A Niall Horan fanfic )

"I'd rather be a kid and play with paper planes than be a man and play with a woman's heart." -Niall ♥

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1. The Past.

The small boy pointed his finger at me and snickered. 

"You're teeth are funny! And your pants are too short!!" He started laughing and the kids around him joined in.

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. Okay...so I knew my pants were a little short but they were really comfy and I loved them.

"HA! If you were CinderELLA I bet your ugly step-sisters would be prettier than you are!!"

And with that I lost control. I ran off the playground and hid behind a tree and started crying. I was only 6, and all these kids around me were being that mean.

I couldn't help that my teeth weren't that straight. I could braces one day to fix that...I couldn't help it if I looked kind of funny...that was just the way I was.

I kept crying waiting until I could finally leave school and go home. I hated how I got bullied everyday but when my parents asked me about school I always said that I was fine and the kids were nice.

I kept crying not knowing how to stop when I heard some one walking over. I started wiping my eyes and looked up to see a brown haired boy.

"Are you okay?" He asked. I slightly recognized him, I knew he was a grade above me, he always got picked on too.

I nodded my head a little bit. He sat down next to me. 

"I know they can be mean. They do it to me all the time." He said looking down.

I looked at him and felt sympathy go through my heart. I wasn't the only one they were mean to.

"We can be friends?" I said.

He looked at me and his bright blue eyes lit up, "That would be nice!" He said smiling big.

*Present day*

I smiled thinking back at that memory. That boy and I became best friends from that day forward.

That day kind of in a way made me who I am today, by him being nice to me, it made me want to be nice to everyone else. And I would carry that with me forever.

I found a few pictures of that boy and I together. I couldn't even remember his name now, my parents couldn't either. And its a shame, but I promised myself that if I ever meet him again that I would thank him for all that he has done in my life without even realizing it.

"Ella! We are leaving in an hour! Finish up you're packing and then we're going to the airport!" I heard my mom call from down stairs.

"Alright!" I called back. 

I smiled back down at the small pictures of the boy and I and placed them carefully in a scrapbook that had all my favorite memories in it.

And mentally in my head added something on to the list of things I want to accomplish:

Thank that boy.
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