I can smell the fresh crisp autumn air as it, ever so gently,
caresses my face. It faintly makes me think of the ranch I grew up
in as a child. It also brings back the painful memories of that
fateful day in October, when I found my best friend hanging from
the large willow tree in the woods behind his house. I can remember
it like it was yesterday. The weeks prior to his death had been
quite eventful, actually. They were full of laughter and joy. Our
sophomore year had just begun and we were as excited as ever. Three
first day of school I there on a pair of jeans and an old tshirt,
brushed my teeth, and ran out the door, not stopping once to look
in the mirror to see what I looked like. As I was walking to my bus
stop I see my neighbor running from his house with a huge smile on
his face. "Well don't you look excited to go back to the hell hole
that people call 'school.'" I chuckled. "I'm just happy to get out
of the house that's all." He was a tall, well built Japanese boy.
His hair was jet black and shaggy all the way around. He had a bad
home life, his family is always fighting. His father beat him as a
child and that gave him this peculiar scar on the side of his face,
he says it looks like a blob, I say it looks like a heart.
"Timothy! You forgot your lunch!" We both jumped at his mothers
exclamation. "I'm going to be late, I'm fine mother!" He yelled
back. I turned to him, "Why do you call her mother instead of mom?"
"Because," he began to explain, "mothers give birth to their child.
A mom loves and nurtures them." After that statement he turned and
looked at his feet for a long while. We were at our bus stop now.
We lived down an old dirt road with about 3 houses on it, so we had
to walk to the end of the street, which wasn't that bad, I liked
walking. When the yellow bus pulled up, Timothy adjusted his hair
and got on. He say on the left side towards the front and I plopped
down next to him. We started taking about the new episodes of anime
coming out soon. We were both die hards for anime. All of a sudden
we heart the voice of Anthony Preciosa, the meanest person in
school, "So fags, are you excited for school? Because I sure am.
Say, Tim, how's your Daddy? Have any new scars you wanna show me?"
He continued to go on about Timothy's home life. "Hey!" I butted
in, "what the hell is your problem?!" "Kill yourself, bitch. Stay
out of it" "Don't you ever tell her to kill herself." Timothy stood
up, hands clenched tightly into fists. "Oh, looks like the weakling
is gonna pick a fight!" Said Anthony. "Sure as hell I am."
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