Frisbee Friendships

I stand firm on the belief that people come into our lives for a specific reason. I feel that we meet the people that we do because they are to teach us something that will help us in a later time. Sometimes it is a hard lesson to learn, other times it's quite simple. The lesson I had to learn was one of the most difficult lessons that I have ever faced. I had to learn to get close to people after my heart had been shattered beyond repair numerous times.

His name was Parker, and he was the greatest, most perfect person in the universe. He was tall and had hair that was three different shades of blonde. His eyes were ice blue and never doubting. He had the ability to make all my worries simply vanish when I was with him.

Mistake number 1: I let myself fall under his spell and expose some of my deepest, darkest secrets to him.

Mistake number 2: I believed every word he said when he told me that he loved me and that he would never tell my secrets.

Mistake number 3: I forgave him over and over when he not only told my secrets but started rumours that we did things that we didn't. He told me it would never happen again and I believed him.

After a while, I got tired of everyone knowing my secrets and got tired of forgiving a liar. Then one day, Parker came to me and told me that the relationship wasn't going where he wanted it to go-- I wasn't telling him any more of my secrets, so the relationship ended. Naturally I was devistated and didn't think that there was anybody else out there that was as perfect as Parker. Because of him, I didn't let myself get close to anyone-- not even as a friend. I drove my exsisting friends away and made no attempt to make any new ones. This was until I met Katiry.

Katiry was the exact opposite of me. She was outgoing when I prefered to stay close to the things that I knew well. She was loud (in a good way) when I was so quiet people tend to forget that I was even there. She was full of energy when I was moppey most of the time. Katiry's differences made her the perfect person to get me back into the social world. A world that I hadn't stepped foot in for three years.

Our meeting was an akward one: I was sitting under a tree reading a book when a frisbee landed in my lap. It startled me, and when I looked up I saw this person running towards me saying something that I couldn't understand. As the person came closer I noticed that it was a girl with her long black hair flowing behind her. When she approtched me, I notiiced that her face was red, probably with embarrasment. Though her striking green eyes were slightly appoligetic with a hint of humor.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you with the frisbee! Are you alright?" asked the dark-haired girl.

"Yeah, I'm o.k." I said as I got up to hand her the frisbee.

"Here, let me help you," she said reaching for my arm.

"No, I'm fine!" I said quickly trying to discourage her from being friendly towards me.

Apparenly the dark-haired girl didn't get the message because she was still reaching for my arm. I grumbled to myself and said in the meanest voice I could,

"Look, I don't need your help! I was just fine until you threw your frisbee at me then tried to be nice by running up saying 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry'! I know you're just being nice to me because someone dared you to!"

There was a flash of hurt and confussion inthe dark-haired girl's eyes, and I instantly regretted my harsh words. The girl then said in a quiet, almost broken voice,

"Oh. I'm sorry you feel that way. But you're right: I did throw the frisbee in your direction on purpose. I did itso it would give me an excuse to talk to you-- not because it was a dare."

"Why would you want to talk to me?" I said softly.

"Because you looked lonley. I felt sorry for you."

"Well I don't need people likeyou throwing things at me as an excuse to talk to me because you feel sorry for me. Enough people feel sorry for me as it is. I don't need any more."

The girl nodded her head slowly and replied,

"O.k. I'll go then."

As she walked away, I realized that she was right: I WAS lonley!

"Hey, wait!"I yelled.

When the girl turned around, I ran up to her so that the entire school didn't hear what I was about to say.

"You're right: I AM lonley. I've been lonley for a while, and kinda get scared whenever someone wants to be my friend so that I'm not lonley any more. I'm sorry that I yelled at you. All you did was want to make me not lonley." I confessed. The girl smiled and extened her hand to me.

"I'm Katiry." she said. I shook her hand and said,

"It's nice to meet you, Katiry. I'm Emily."

Just then, the lunch bell rang and Katiry said to me,

"Do you want to sit with me at lunch?"

I smiled at her and said,

"I would love to."

Sounds like the begining of a beautiful friendship, right? Well, it was. That is until she started dating Parker. Of all the guys at shcool, she HAD to choose Parker! Well, he was fair game, and Katiry didn't know about what he did to me, and I wasn't about to tell her because I knew that she would talk to Parker about it. Of cource he would deny it making Katiry think that I was making it all up because I was jelous of her. I wasn't about to lose my only friend-- especially not to the mercy of Parker.

So, what do I do? I'll tell you what I do: I don't do anything. That's right-- I make no attempt to break Katiry and Parker up. I figured that if Parker wants Katiry to know, he'll tell her. Yes, he'll probably mutilate the story in his favor making me look bad, but if Katiry is a true friend, which I hope she is, then she will tak to me about it before she makes up her mind about any part of it.