My best friend.
He grew up without a mom. She died at birth.
No one would ever talk to him because they thought he was weird. But he always spent time with his dad, his best friend. It seemed like he was his only friend.
But one day in 1st grade he met a girl. She was very pretty and very kind. He took a liking for her and they became best friends. His sister liked her too.
They would always hang out with each other. Have play dates and sleepovers. Just the 3 of them.
One day in 5th grade he finally had the guts to tell her that he liked him. She liked him too and they started dating.
They were the cutest couple in 5th grade and pretty soon 6th grade.
But one day in 6th he wanted to go out to the movies with her and his sister. So his dad drove them.
That day was perfect until they left.
That night they were driving home and a drunk driver hit their car spinning in over and knocking him out.
He was in a coma for 3 days and when he woke up he found that his dad and sister both died shortly after they got to the hospital. He was so mad because he loved his family so much. They were all he had.
But when he asked about his girlfriend. They said she died in the car as soon as it landed from ring flipped over 3 times.
He cried and cursed and yelled.
But he had to be put into a foster family.
He was out into many foster homes because some of them beat him and left both physical and emotional scars on him. Now he's 14 and is doing well because he met someone one. Very special. He knows how to talk to her and tell her his feelings.
That person is me.