Not My Work

The Friend

We all need a friend

A Glimpse of Darkness

It was a regular day at school with definitely an exciting twist. Going to school with a purpose certainly felt much better. As my eyes finally had something less depressing to glance at, I looked at my new friend who sat silently in a corner. The smirk on her face conformed that she knew exactly what I was thinking about.

Days grew brighter with her. She cheered me up; laughed at my awkward jokes, kept my secrets, understood my pain and accepted my darkness.

days seemed to pass so much faster, deep down I knew I could trust her, she would never betray me. It was the first time I realised having a friend had such an impact on ones life.

The only thing that terrified me was that she only spoke to me when no one else was around. uncomfort and shyness snatched her away when my mind…

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I am not who I say I am but who my writing says I am; my characters define me. Like puppets in a play, they tell you who pulls the strings. I'm not who I say I am; I'm who you think I am.

2 comments on “The Friend

  1. And I think I just made one! ❤ My first ever reblog and will cherish this amongst my most beautiful memories! Thankyou.

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