A/N: Just me, reminiscing on the past. Yay. It’s quite cute and a bit angsty. At least, that’s what Squeechan thinks. Please R&R.
A Relic Of My Past
I looked at the building that had been my middle school for the past three years as my mother’s car pulled away from the parking lot. I walked up to the building, almost tearfully. It was the very last day of school--and the last time I would ever be with all my friends together. Soon I would be moving to another state, three hundred miles away.
I walked through the front door of the school, my eyes glued to the white-and-blue tiled floor. It would be the last time I would ever walk these halls, I realized. After that day, the tiled floors, the elevator, all my teachers--I would never see them again. I quickly wiped my eyes as I headed up the stairs for the last time.
First period hadn’t started yet, and already I wished that this horrid day would end.
I walked into my first period class--Social Studies, with one of my favorite teachers. One of my best friends, Joe, was in this class with me. He was sitting at his desk, a grim expression on his face which had replaced his normal cheerful attitude. He looked up as I walked into the room and settled down in my seat, which sat across from his. “Hey,” he said, trying to give me a faint smile.
“Hey,” I said, trying my best to also smile.
I glanced at Joe as I tried not to blush. This was the guy who had fallen for me over a year ago--and I had fallen for him. The road had been rough over the past year, and we currently were not dating--he had broken up with me for another girl--but that didn’t matter to me. He was still one of the only friends I had made in my few years in middle school.
And today was the day I would lose him.
Soon, first period began. Our teacher instructed us to go into the gym, where we would be spending the last day--with our friends. The entire seventh grade was gathering there--meaning that the last day of school was for goodbyes.
Like mine.
As soon as Joe and I walked into the gym, I noticed a mousy brown-haired girl seated next to the gym entrance. One of my best friends, Sarah, was sitting there with our other best friends, Maria and ‘Silver’. Linda, also known as ‘Hayen’, a girl whom I scarcely knew but whom I considered a friend, was also sitting with them. I quickly grinned as I glomped Sarah. “Nya, Sarah-nee-chan!” I exclaimed as Sarah let out a yelp of surprise. I couldn’t help laughing. Maria laughed with me, and Silver only smiled gently, her eyes sad. “Hey, everyone!” I said cheerfully.
“Rishi, you’re such a boob,” Joe said as he sat down next to Sarah, taking her hand. This was the girl he had broken up with me for--he had been in love with her for years in vain. She had finally accepted his feelings and returned them, which had made me happy.
We all laughed.
This was the last time we would be able to laugh like this…
Linda was listening to everyone talk excitedly, only smiling. She was a quiet girl at first, but when you got to know her a little, you realized she was just as insane as the rest of us.
Soon, we shuffled to the cafeteria for lunch. It was all going much too fast. I wished that the day would never end.
Sarah handed me a pink bag as soon as we settled at our table. “Here,” she said with a smile. “It’s your going away present.”
I quickly opened the bag to find huge plastic bag of brown sugar (my favorite!), a ring, a note, and a stuffed dog. I put the ring on my finger as I opened the note, with Sarah's trademark netspeak scrawled on the paper.
Dear Rishi—
We’ll all miss u after u move. If u ever get sad or lonely, just squeeze the stuffed puppy. It barks, but it gets REALLY annoying after a while. When it barks, it means that me or Maria or Silver or Joe or Linda (etc, etc) care about u and don’t want u to be sad.
BTW, the dogs name is Sugar (I figured you’d like that :D), but you can name it whatever u want, like maybe Naruto or Sarah. :D
--Sarah
I smiled. “Thanks, Sarah.” I said, hugging her for the last time.
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It’s been nearly two years since that time...so much has happened, it makes my head spin. Silver and I remain to be friends to this very day, making sure to call one another every day or so, even though my life seems to be getting busier and busier with all my new friends and such. Joe and I haven’t talked for a long time, but we remain friends, if in name only. Maria and I also don’t talk as often as we used to, but I know for a fact that we will always remain friends—especially after the port-o-potty incident.
...Linda, she was killed not even a year after we said goodbye--I had not talked to her since that day, although I did try and I regret the fact that we hadn’t had a proper goodbye.
As for Sarah?
She decided that she had never liked me the spring after our goodbyes--her betrayal still hurts to think about. I haven’t made contact with her since two days before her birthday. She had attempted suicide after one of the last letters she wrote to me--a little before my birthday. It makes me wonder how she’s feeling at this moment, but I dare not ask.
I still have Sugar. He seems to be one of the few things that can comfort me in a time of desperation and sadness. He sits on my bed as I type this up. Although I still feel hurt when I look at him, I’m slowly healing.
A relic of my past that won't go away...
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