My First Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its basically an imagination of how i would imagine to have met my first friend when i was younger and well this is me just testing out my writing skills .

Submitted: November 26, 2013

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My First Friend 

He was quite a bit strange in a way , I would call him mysteriouse  but it was definatley more then that in many ways . It wasnt the fact that he had constantly stared at the window watching the rain droplets slide one by one , but to see that being alone in the shadows was what made him comfortable . 

I approached him with confidence even though i was extremely scared that i would be rejected to be his friend .My first instinct was to first say hi but somehow that didnt come out of my mouth . I started with the rain droplets on the window cile and how they each had their own story . We would sometimes not talk at all I wouldnt call it a awkward silence but i would call it a peaceful one . He had an odd way of eating making sure that his whole plate was colour cordinated and then seperated to each food group . Watching him made me feel insecure about the tons of burgers I ate . His favourite class was art , I know this because he greeted the teacher everyime him he''ll never speak i swear if he had a choise he wouldnt speak . You could tell he loved painting being able too portray all those feelings on a small canvas .

By the end of school when the school bell rang , he'd be the first to leave never saying goodbye . But the one thing i could bet on was that he'd never miss a day of school guaranting that youll see the boy who stared at the window every day .

 


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