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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Chapter 4: Best friends.

Simon was feeling extremely unwell and sad after he reached school. Once he stepped into the class, everyone looked at him. Rain drops dripped down his fringe. He walked to his desk and sat down, looking down the whole time. He felt very frustrated and wanted to let out his tears badly but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the class, he kept it in, all of it. His friends told him to come join them to chat but he refused and laid his head on his desk without caring if his friends would give him a reply or not.
One of his friends walked over to him and sat down beside him. Debbie was one of Simon’s best friends. She was the first to take notice of Simon when he walked in the class looking all gloomy and take initiative to go comfort him. Simon looked up with half-squinted eyes. She asked what was wrong, but being friend with Simon for almost 9 years, he probably wouldn’t even tell her but she just wanted to make sure that he was okay. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just a little sad, that’s all”, smiled Simon.
Debbie was a bright girl with slight natural brown hair, huge eyes, just like those of a doll and loves being around with Simon. She is friendly most of the time but very aggressive to those who provoke her but particularly those who picked on Simon.
Simon was sulking a lot during school today, even at his favourite lessons. Debbie tried her best to cheer him up but knew that she have to leave him alone to think things through. Simon knew everyone was trying to help him but he didn’t want to accept it because he knew it would only cause more trouble to them. He hoped for a miracle, sitting by the pillars of the staircase looking at the clouds above. “The clouds remind me of her, because she is almost as beautiful are they are”, whispered Simon to himself.
Debbie came along, looking for Simon. She stood by him and told him that everything is going to be okay because she’s here for him now. The sign was obvious, but Simon was too engaged in the clouds to take notice of it. He continued staring up above the horizon. Debbie was stumped, confused. Would she be doing the right thing? One year has passed since that dreaded incident. Would today be the right time to confess to him everything she had been keeping since she had been best friends with Simon? What if they broke up, will they still remain best friends, or just normal casual friends? Despite her strong front, she had a sense of trepidation deep inside. All the years they had been friends, might be gone after today, but she was willing to take this risk, even though she felt intimidated by it. She decided, that she was ready to accept the consequences and blurted out the words that will decide her fate for the hefty bet she placed on this risk.
“Simon, I have something important to tell you...”

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