Monday, 21 May 2012

Best Friend;

I decided to use my jumble story I edited it and made sure it had the minimum number of words.

I remember the first time we met, we were 6 years old. We were at primary school in Los Angeles; I didn’t know that Mary Jane could not speak English.  Some children were laughing at her because she couldn’t comprehend properly.  We became close because and I tried to communicate with her in any other way.  She speaks to me in French and I answered her through actions.  It was pretty funny but we clicked with each other. One day her father and mother came to me one day and they told me that their daughter likes me very much.  Though we may not understand each other most of the time we were close like best friends.  Eventually I helped her understand English slowly. Our conversation finishes with laughter every time.  We play each day at school, we learn, we eat and go home together.  After 10 years, we’re teenagers and we’re still best friends.  We go to dancing together, she goes with me during my band practice and she’s always helping me with my homework.  Her parents trusted me a lot.

One Friday night during the first week of the school year, Mary Jane invited me into this fancy restaurant at Rivendell.  “Its my shout” she said, and I said “what’s the occasion?”. I picked her up anyway and we drove into Rivendell.   After the big meal, as I was eating she told me that she was leaving our school.  I burped out loud accidentally and people in the restaurant were looking at us with a surprise and I pointed her.  She pinched me and said “its not me” and we both giggled and laughed.  I thought she was joking but then she explained why she needed to go back to France along with her family permanently.  I did not say a word, I did not look at her, I was trying to imagine what’s going to happen when she’s gone.  How can I tell her that I have this secret and I’ve been keeping it for a long time.  For 16 years we’ve been friends inseparable, we grew up together, I am her first friend when she arrived here in New Zealand until now in high school. She has no secret for me she tells everything to me, of course we’re best friends, but when it comes to me I share most of the things to her except my biggest secret.  You can probably guess what I mean, of course I have crush on her. She was the most beautiful girl in the whole school and she’s my best friend and the worst is happening she’s leaving me.

I dropped her home and there was silence between us. No of us talked a word to each other until next day.  During lunch time at school she finally spoke and told me that they are leaving soon.  I am a man and I can not cry especially in front of her.  I can not deny that I am sad and angry, why she needs to go? Why can’t she stay? I told her that and she cried she said there’s no turning back now, and it’s final.  I did not go out during the weekend and on Sunday night I received a phone call from her and she said that she’s now at the airport and if I want to come and see her and say goodbye.  I jumped off my bed and drove to the international airport.  I did not know that she’s leaving very soon, why I didn’t spend my time with her with the last few hours she had in Los Angeles. I blamed myself and I’m confused. When I saw her I hugged her so tightly and a tear was falling on to my cheek. Corny but true.  My first love is leaving me.  I gave her a letter and I told her to read it later when she was in the plane.  I said sorry for not revealing my entire secret to her though she was my best friend. She smiled at me and she said sorry too because she’s the had the same feelings for me to. I stared at her in disbelief as she walked into the aeroplane.

One month later I received a letter from Mary Jane’ and I was very excited to open it and read it. I’m shaking and my heart beats fast than to normal speed.  She said that she read my letter and that she should have told me earlier about her true feelings and that she did not want to hurt me.  I am confused what is she talking about? Is there any other man that’s involved or is it  that she has another crush or what.  I don’t understand.  As I continue reading it my tears kept flowing down my soft cheeks. I started to shake and cry out loud.  My best friend is gone, my first love left me so early and she went home to heaven early. 

 Mary Jane died of brain cancer after the operation she did not wake up.  She told her parents she wanted to live longer so they needed to go home for a very advance treatment in France.  She said that I want to come back to NZ to see her best friend once she’s cured and that her best friend is waiting for her.  Now she’s not coming back but her memories will always be in my heart.   

My best friend will always be my best friend.


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