Our Goodbye

February 12, 2009
By Kaayylaa GOLD, Raleigh, North Carolina
Kaayylaa GOLD, Raleigh, North Carolina
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The moon hung in the luminous sky above us. I can't seem to hold my back my tears. I can see you out of the corner of my eye. Your eyes are slightly glossy and your hair is sticking to your cheek. I never thought this day would come. And you certainly didn't either. I was there when they told you about your future. I was sitting on your kitchen counter eating a clementine. Your mom seemed quite happy to tell you. I however used everything in my power to not blubber on your kitchen floor. You stood there like a statue gripping the chair beside you. I could see in your face that you too were about to unravel in tears.

In the third grade was the first time we met. Ms. Childers's sat us next to each other on the first day of school. She clearly stated to us that we were now 'Room Buddies'. I wasn't as pleased as you were about this arrangement. I knew you were trouble. The next day my premonition seemed to come true. During snack time I caught you trying to cut my hair with your hot pink crayola scissors. I was horrified about this, and I instantly blew up. I didn't get to eat my snack that day; I had to throw away a perfectly good bag of goldfish.

Since then we've stuck together. I don't know why I chose you or why you chose me. But it seemed to work out just fine until now. Turning 17 didn't have a happy ending for you like it did for me. I got a new car and you got a plan ticket to Colorado. So sitting here in your back yard on this cool November night. I'm wishing that we could go back to the third grade. So we could start over again and re-live it one more time. We're both sitting here fighting back our tears and taking turns squeezing each other's hand. While I wish we could be eating our snacks again in Ms. Childers's class. You were the best gift ever given to me. And if nothing else seems to work in this goodbye, I want you to know that you're my best friend. And not even miles and bad haircuts can take that away from us. Goodbye.



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on Feb. 22 2010 at 5:37 pm
Nikiblue PLATINUM, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Stupid Is As Stupid Does." -Forest Gump (;
"No one who achieves success does so without the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude."

Yeah, I know how it feels to have an emotion and then to write about it. My poem "Depression. A Terrible Thing." is one example and the other is my short story "Just Friends." I was feeling really emotional for both so I wrote them down. You can check them out if you'd like?

Kaayylaa GOLD said...
on Feb. 22 2010 at 5:04 pm
Kaayylaa GOLD, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Thanks! It was actually. This did happen to me, but I figured the best way to forget the sadness was to write about it. :)

on Feb. 22 2010 at 4:47 pm
Nikiblue PLATINUM, Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
20 articles 0 photos 137 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Stupid Is As Stupid Does." -Forest Gump (;
"No one who achieves success does so without the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude."

That was very sweet, I liked it a lot. Is this a real experience for you?


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