Every week I write a different letter to my best friend, usually about the terrible teachers at my high school. By best friend, I mean to say my only best friend. My letters are painfully long, but I know Oli appreciates them as he always writes back. Now, why would my best friend be so far away? What a long story that is. Everything began the day before summer in fifth grade. On this day, which is now marked in my pastel blue calendar, a small boy decided to approach me and compliment my outfit. With that, a great friendship blossomed.
Being a pre-teen in fifth grade is quite stressful, thank goodness it is over. I could not believe it when I began to recap the past few days. Just two days ago a white, blonde, twig-like girl told me my shirt …show more content…
I was expecting a big fuss, maybe even some yelling. Though, without another word Oli picked up his book bag and walked out. The next few weeks at school were beyond boring. Oli had been ignoring me, saying he was “giving me space”. I tried desperately to call him, talk to him, and apologize, but Oli refused to speak to me. It was only when I was truly agitated with him that he decided to talk to me. As our small talk continued to grow, we realized the true pain being apart put on us. By now, Oli had only a week before he had to move and we spent nearly all of it together. We had spent so much time together having colossal amounts of fun we had forgotten the little time that was left. It was a few hours before Oli had to move. I had spent the previous hours eating and helping Oli pack up various, pictures, sweatshirts, and other pieces of clothing. “So are you ready?” I asked. Oli simply hummed in response. Frowning, due to his lacking response, I went downstairs to grab a bag of chips. I walked back upstairs and handed Oli the bag giving him a toothy grin. We sat on his bed in a comfortable silence for many minutes when his mom called up, indicating that they had to leave. As we walked down the stairs and back outside, I finally spoke
Being a pre-teen in fifth grade is quite stressful, thank goodness it is over. I could not believe it when I began to recap the past few days. Just two days ago a white, blonde, twig-like girl told me my shirt …show more content…
I was expecting a big fuss, maybe even some yelling. Though, without another word Oli picked up his book bag and walked out. The next few weeks at school were beyond boring. Oli had been ignoring me, saying he was “giving me space”. I tried desperately to call him, talk to him, and apologize, but Oli refused to speak to me. It was only when I was truly agitated with him that he decided to talk to me. As our small talk continued to grow, we realized the true pain being apart put on us. By now, Oli had only a week before he had to move and we spent nearly all of it together. We had spent so much time together having colossal amounts of fun we had forgotten the little time that was left. It was a few hours before Oli had to move. I had spent the previous hours eating and helping Oli pack up various, pictures, sweatshirts, and other pieces of clothing. “So are you ready?” I asked. Oli simply hummed in response. Frowning, due to his lacking response, I went downstairs to grab a bag of chips. I walked back upstairs and handed Oli the bag giving him a toothy grin. We sat on his bed in a comfortable silence for many minutes when his mom called up, indicating that they had to leave. As we walked down the stairs and back outside, I finally spoke