The Power of Friendship

DO NOT READ THE TITLE! That is for the end of the story. It could lead you to think the story is girly, and oh how I wish it was. Then I wouldn't be leaving my readers crying in the corner of their room. This movella tells the all-true story of a lonely girl. One without wishes, or goals in life. Once you have read the full story, look back at the title. Only then will it make sense. Beware: this story doesn't get much happier. So fragile readers, I suggest you pick a more girly story. Don't say I didn't warn you.


4. Chapter 3

I sat there and continued to look down at the classwork that was put down in front of me. "Hello? Can you hear me? Earth to...what's your name?" Jack tried, for the millionth time. Couldn't he see I wanted to be left alone? "I'm not giving up. I'm going to get you to talk to me." he declared. God, he was persistant. Why did he even care? It was like it was his goal in life was to get me to talk to him. It got me mad, did I have to spell it out for him? All this rage just kept piling up. He kept trying, how stupid was he? 

"Mr Johnson, is there something you would like to share with the class?" the teacher asked him, annoyance in her voice. Mrs. Gray was not to be messed with. She was an old lady, with eyes like a hawk's. Her hair was always pinned up in a neat bun on the top of her head. All she wore were blouses with pants that go up to her belly button. It was a bit disturbing, if you ask me. She's very strict. However, she also has a sensitive side. She could be the most caring lady ever. It puzzled me ever so slightly since the first day I had met her. 

"Um... no sorry Ms." he replied, with a truly sorry look in his eyes. "Oh, well, do your work." Mrs. Gray replied, stunned. She stuttered the "do your work" part. It was weird, like she was sort of scared of him. She walked back to her desk and started grading assignments. All of the other students stared at him in awe and tried to figure out how he did it. Instead of smirking at them, or passing notes to them, telling them how he did it, all he did was whisper in my ear "I can teach you the eye look later if you want." I sat there stunned. I must have looked like an idiot. Why did he keep trying to break down my walls? Why can't he stay away, and let me live my life? The flirting stage was usually over by now, why was he different? I kept thinking about this. Jack Johnson is different, and I decided, not in a good way. 

The rest of the day flew by pretty quickly. Art, geography, Language Arts, and other boring classes. When the last bell rang, I strolled to my locker. Star was there, with her bag. I grabbed my stuff and we walked out together. While walking to my brand new Honda Civic (my parents got it for me in hope to cheer me up), I heard Jack's voice. "Wait up!" He said. I thought he was probably talking to one of his new friends, so I kept walking. He suddenly bolted up to me. I looked at him, surprised. "Hey, I never got your name." He said, still breathing heavily from running. Just then, Kyle ran up. "Hey man! You can't just run away without an explanation! We both don't know our way around so-" he stopped himself to look at us. Suddenly a smile appeared on his face. "Hi! You must be the girl he hasn't stopped talking about." He breathed. Jack turned a deep shade of red. Then Kyle continued.. "Dude, we should get going. Say bye" "Kelsey." I replied. Star gaped at me. She looked surprised, then like she was about to cry. I shot her a look of worry. "Oh, well. Bye Kelsey." Jack said, and they walked away. No, this can't be happening. I just talked to another human being! How could I let this happen? When we got home, me and Star watched a movie and discussed the situation. We can't say anything more, we decided. They could just break us more. As our eyes closed, memories of happy times echoed throughout my head. 

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