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A friend


I traversed the halls waiting

Waiting for something that should have been there

Waiting for something that wasn't there

Waiting for something that was gone

 

The bell rings and I head to class

First day, first hello to goodbye

Time speeds up as I take my seat

And the beginning of my last school year replays in my memories

 

Bullies lined the halls and everybody watched

As this twig was thrown around like a tennis ball

They watched and cameras flew out of their pockets

I was the next championship Wimbeldon ball

And the bullies were the champions

 

One person was willing to help another

A nerd, a twig, a geek, a "smart one"

He stopped the game and crowned the champion

Putting the crown on his own head

And we have been friends ever since then

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The seat in front of me soon became occupied

With a small girl with virgin hands and eyes

The innocence combined between us was higher than the whole school

And like magnets I came closer to her

And said hello

 

At that same moment 

The guy who would try and ruin her life 

Busted in the door and took a seat beside her

He tried to grab her and she said stop

He tried to talk to her and she turned away

He tried everything and she said no

 

After that class the bullies lined up against the walls

The destroyer standing in front of the door

He looked at her and told her to follow him

I waited till they turned a corner 

And followed until I heard a scream

 

I ran and hit death with my bony arms

Trying to protect her

One punch came and another

But I wouldn't go down

I kept throwing punches

 

She ran and I followed running from him

I pushed her into the girls bathroom

She said thank you and I ran

I helped her

 

Three weeks later I was a tennis match again with death

I tried to pull myself out, but balls aren't in control

She came and pushed them ending the game and we ran laughing

Again and again

 

I said thank you 

She helped me

All I needed was an extra hand

All I needed was a friend

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