A Humble Goodbye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This Story is about a person who left, and made me realize that there is more to people than just how we've perceived them.

Submitted: December 14, 2014

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Submitted: December 14, 2014



A Humble Goodbye



A skinny boy with brown curly hair, dark black shades, and a cocky expression comes out of a bandroom alone. He holds the door for no one and emanates a smug aura of vanity. I recognize him as an acquaintance, even though we have a long shared history for knowing each other and getting into mischief.

He once broke a jalousie glass window with a rock, while teaching me the concept of baseball outside of my house. He still hasn't apologized for it, and I told my parents it was me. I got into all kinds of trouble with him, and we never really had much in common, besides a comic we both liked in 5th grade.

The only reason I can recall trying to be his friend was because he seemed so alone. He was so aloof, just going around to talk to people whenever he felt in the mood, and making them angry in some kind of way or another. He liked to boast or make fun of people and often lied or exaggerated about things he did. I think I was the only one who tried not to get upset with him.  

I felt bad that he never seemed to have many friends at all, and made more enemies if anything. It's been a while since I had seen him, and I made a constant effort to avoid socializing with him since entering high school. I expected him to walk forward cooly and not even acknowledge my existence.  I wanted him to walk forward and forget who I was if he happened to glance in my direction.

As time slowed down and he walked forward like I hoped, it seems that he would not bat an eye. But then he stopped his stride somehow in the middle of it, like as if he sensed something. I wanted to turn away as I realized he would turn to look at me, but it was too late.

I had accidentally made eye contact with his black shades and through them he now saw me too. He walked up to me in the same way that he had exited the band room. I immediately prepared myself for unpleasant conversation and to get into some kind of trouble with him. He looked me in the eyes for a while and smiled crookedly.

"Hey Sean, I've been looking to find you for a while now."

I stayed silent and somehow wondered how it could be that he would look for me and not be able to find me until now. I made it a point to avoid him but I always ate lunch at the same table and never moved much out of my comfortable locations. We were always aware of each other's presence but never really talked much. If he really wanted to see me he could've, since he always basically did whatever he wanted anyways.

He continued to smile and the silence was a bit awkward.  He then removed his sunglasses, and it's the first time I had seen his eyes since middle school. 

"Hey Sean, you do remember me don't you?" he said with a widening grin.

I mustered a simple reply, "Yeah, I do."

There was another moment of silence, but his odd smile didn't waver.

"You want to know something secret?" he asked mischievously.

"Alright," I said plainly, wondering what kind of trouble he was seeking to get himself into today.

He continued and still smiled. "Well I don't have many people to tell anyway, but I am moving away. You're not going to see me around here anymore."

I was so prepared to hear him boast or make fun of something that I wasn't prepared for what he said. I think my jaw dropped a bit, but I tried to keep my composure.

My only response I could muster was asking, "You're moving?"

He replied calmly, "Yup. I haven't got a whole lot of time, but I was looking to tell you before I left."

it was silent again. So he continued again.

"Sean, you have been a cool person to me this whole time. I just wanted to tell you that I know I haven't always done things I was proud of and that I want to thank you for always hanging out with me. I just wanted to tell you that."

 All of a sudden I thought to wake myself up from a dream. There was no way this could be real. I bit my lip but couldn't wake up. I looked at his face, only to realize how different he had actually been this whole time.  

He smiled and extended his hand outward, expecting me to shake it. I looked in awe, and took a second to comprehend the gesture.

We shook hands and he looked me in the eyes.

"Hey Sean, thanks for being my friend."

I was so overwhelmed by the comment, all that came out was "Yeah."

"I guess this is it then. Bye Sean," He said as he put his hand up to his temple and honorably saluted as he turned around and marched like a soldier.

I immediately felt my heart sink and somehow all the things I had held against him rose up like steam from a kettle, and vanished.

I was suddenly feeling terrible about him leaving. I managed to get myself to say "Bye Dj." But it remains a mystery whether he heard me or not. He had never looked back and I've never seen him again since.

A lot of things remained a mystery with him. I found myself pondering "Where did he go? When had his attitude changed? What became of him?"

It has made me also question, if I had also misjudged him. I remember him always being the trouble maker, but I realized there were some things he did that were good that I chose to look away from. 

Once we had been playing on a dirt hill and the dirt was unstable.  We realized it was a bad idea but we tried to make our way to the top. We both sort of raced to make it up there. Dj had made it up first, and I was close behind him. As I nearly got there, I lost balance and was about to fall off . I tried to grab a tree root that was near the top but my hand missed it.  I was prepared to fall and hit the ground, when I felt my hand grabbed with speed and strength. I looked up and He almost fell too actually. He got himself back up with the tree roots and pulled me with him to the top. We both rested on the hill after, and I remember thinking he was something special.

He also gave me a keychain with my favorite character from the comic we once read before in 5th grade. I don't have much from him, but I always make sure I have it in a place that I can find it.

I feel sometimes that you can't always judge a person from who they were, but who they are becoming. I think I had let all the negative things he had once done, blind me from seeing anything positive and that I shut him out. It's when he's finally disappeared that I've realized what he had meant to me, and that he was not really a bad person. He was just misunderstood by most people. In my eyes, he is a good person that is somehow afraid to show it. He puts up a show to be a person that is self centered and aloof, but there is more to people then just what they appear.






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