Making A Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this story as a little test of my abilities. It's the opening to a novel that I may or may not write depending on how this story is taken. I have never written anything in this genre before. Nor have I ever written anything in this style of narrative before. I put no planning into this piece before hand and everything I wrote I thought of as I went along. I know this isn't the best sale I'm making. But if you do one thing right now. I'd ask you to at least give this piece a chance and give me some advice afterwards.

Submitted: October 22, 2015

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I was never really bullied at school. I was never made fun of at school. I was never called names or pushed around. People just kind of. Ignored me. They didn't treat me like a nobody. They didn't pretend I wasn't there just to hurt me. The reason why I was ignored by everyone was because I never stuck my head above the parapet. I never stuck my neck out. I never drew attention to myself. That worked for me, and it worked for everyone else. I liked it that way, and no one really minded. I preferred to sit at the back of every class. My head in a book. My mind elsewhere. Sure. There were times where I would have liked a friend. But that's just human nature. We all yearn for friendship and interaction at times. Doesn't mean those feeling don't pass. For me. The need. No. The want for friendship would come and go. There would be days where I would go around trying to fit in. But the feeling would pass, and I'd go back to my regular self. 

My parents started to worry too. I lost count of how many doctors I had been sent to a while ago. My parents thought there was something wrong with me. Something keeping me from making friends. The truth was I had never felt like I needed friends. Nor had it ever felt like I had wanted friends. I had never really truly felt that way at any time in my life. Or about any one person. That all changed when She arrived.

The day She arrived started as it always had.I was sitting at the back of class. As always. Everyone was ignoring me. As always. But. Like every other day. I was fine with it. I was sitting at the back of English class, halfway through my favourite book. It's "Treasure Island" in case you were wondering. But it isn't that important. Just like every other time I had read it, I was completely engrossed in the book. Nothing could stir me. Nothing could take me from the adventure. Or so I thought. I felt a presence fill the room when She entered. I didn't look up. I was busy. The Hispaniola was out at sea and had hit rough waters. Mr Black stood up and walked to the front of the class. Or. At least I think he did. The class fell silent, Mr Black had always had that effect, and Mr Black began to speak. "Good morning ladies and gents." Most of the class mumbled back a reply with half hearted shouts of. "Good morning Mr Black." The rest made noises or grunts of some sort. I was one of the rest. I was still glued to my story. The storm had picked up and Jim Hawkins was hanging onto the ship, scared. The noise faded and Mr Black continued. "All right class. We've got a new addition to our class and our school here today. Her name is Amanda Scott, and she's gonna go ahead and introduce herself now. Amanda? Go ahead." Mr Black sat back down. Again, I can only assume. I still hadn't looked up. 

A voice filled then the room. It was clearly no longer Mr Black's. This voice was far more feminine. It was the voice of a girl. A beautiful voice. If I were to describe it to you. Even though it's a cliche I'd tell you that it was the voice of an angel. A voice so pure and so full of innocence. A voice which I could listen to for the rest of time. One I could never tire of hearing. But yet, I still did not look up from my book. The storm had calmed down. Jim was safe.

"Well. Where to start. I'm not all that interesting if I'm honest. I'm from New York. Moved here for my dad's work. I'm not too into sports. I'm not all that into music. I don't watch too many movies. Or TV all that much either. All I really do is sit around reading if I'm honest." This new girl had grabbed my attention for a moment. I didn't look up from my book. But I did listen more closely for a second. Jim was going to see the captain. Or was he cleaning the ship up a bit? I can't really remember. I heard shuffling, and someone stand up. Mr Black I assumed. His voice was next to break the silence of the room. "Okay. Thank you for that Amanda. Now. Before we can really get started with anything. You'll have to pick your new friend. Pick a person from those you see in front of you. They'll be the one to show you around the school. They be your first, and your closest friend." The room got more quiet somehow. All the boys in the room turned their heads to face Amanda at the same time, and so fast that I'm pretty sure it made a "Whoosh" sound. More time passed and Amanda hadn't made a decision. I kept reading. But I could no longer picture Jim, or The Hispaniola. Something else occupied my mind. "Hm... How about the one in the back? Sitting in the corner by himself? Reading Treasure Island. Yeah. He seems interesting." For a moment, I didn't react. I had no idea that she was talking about me. No one ever talked about me. Then the realisation hit me. Much like a car. Very slowly I shut my book. Something I hadn't done, during a class, in quite a while. I raised my head slowly and at last I laid eyes upon her.


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