Friday, November 12, 2004

``_____.*CHOICES (story i type out!~) nice.#

(D.K) ... o.k guys, just finish readin diz really good book, and ound dix story realli veri meaninful/interestin ... and spent my afternoon typing this out to let ya all read ... *wei da eh ? ... HeE!~

CHOICES (title)
Hold a friend's hand through times of trial,
Let her find love through a hug and a smile;
But also know when it is time to let go -
For each and every one of us must learn to grow
- Sharon A. Heilbrunn

When I 1st met Molly, she instantly b'came my best friend. We enjoyed the same things, laughed at the same jokes and even had the same love for sunflowers.
It seemed like we had found each other at the right time. Both of us had been in different groups of friends that didnt get along or we didnt feel comfortable in. We were thrilled to find each other.

Our friendship grew very strong. Our families became friends, and everyone knew that wherever you found Molly, you found me, and vice versa. In fifth grade, we were not in the same class, but at lunch we both sat in nearby assigned seats and turned around to talk to each other. The lunch ladies did not like this. We were always blocking the aisle, talking too loudly and not eating our lunches, but we didnt care. The teachers knew we were best friends, but we were also a disturbance. Our big mouths got us into trouble, and we were warned that we would never be in the same classes again if we kept this up.

That summer, Molly and her brother were at my house quite often. My mom took care of them while their mom worked. We went swimming, played outsideand practiced playing our flutes. We bought best-friend charms and made sure to wear them as often as possible.

Summer went by very quickly, and middle school began. As the teachers had warned us, we were not in the same classes. We still talked on the phone, went over to each other's houses, sang in choir and practiced our flutes together in band. Nothing could destroy this friendship.

Seventh grade started and, again, we were not in the same classes and could not sit near each other at lunch. It seemed as if we were being put to a test. We both made new friends. Molly started to hang out with a new group of people and was growing very popular.

We spent less time together, and we rarely talked on the phone. At school, I would try to talk to her, but she would just ignore me. When we did take a minute to talk, one of her more popular friends would come up and Molly would just walk away with her, leaving me in the dust. It hurts.

I was so confused. I'm sure she didnt know at the time how badly I felt, but how could I talk to her if she would't listen ? I beganto hang around with my new friends, but it just wasn't the same. I met Erin, who was also a friend of Molly's. She was in the same situation I was with Molly. She and Molly had been close friends, and lately Molly had been treating Erin the same way as me. We decided to talk to her.

The phone call was not easy. Talking and saying how I felt was difficult. I was so afraid that i would hurt her feelings and make her angry. It wa funny, though - when it was just the two of us talking on the phone, we were friends again. It was the old Molly.

I explained how I was feeling, and she did, too. I realized I wa not the only one hurting. She was alone without me to tslk to. What was she supposed to do, not make new friends ? I didnt think about this before, but she was feeling left out by me and my new friends. There were times when I didnt even notice I was ignoring her. We must have talked for a long time, because once we were finished I had used a handful of tissues for my tears, and felt as if i had lifted a heavy weight off my heart. We both decided that we wanted to be with our new friends, but would never forget the fun and friendship we had shared with each other.

Today, I look back on all of this and smile. Molly and I are finally in the same classes, and you know what ? We still get into trouble for talking too loudly. Molly is not my best friend anymore, but more like my sister. We still enjoy the same things, laugh at the same jokes and share the same love for sunflowers. I will never forget her. Molly taught me something very important. She taught me that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on, and treasure all the memories.

... THE END ...

dix story is taken frm d book " chicken soup for teenage soul 2" - a really veri interestin books wib lotsa storyx ... meaninful ones will be typed and posted ... (>.<)

3:17 PM Z