Matthew Whitesell: A Short Story

Then I responded saying, “Ok.” My family lived Parkland and we stayed in a duplex. When my mom told us to start cleaning the house I was thinking like a nerd of how to tell my friends I’m moving and I’m not going to see them anymore. I was so sad because I had to leave my friends. It was

Basically best friends. We would Facetime and message each other every day. Time flies by and it’s 8th grade. Everyone had already formed their cliques. Hannah and I weren’t in the same clique, and didn’t sit at the same table. Hannah wasn’t very popular and hung out with the “lame people.” I encouraged Hannah to sit with me. My friends were absolutely rude and mean about it at first, but then they got to know her and she felt like she belonged. I felt overjoyed for her. One day, something terrible had happened in math class. These two kids named Joey and Peter who were popular jocks, called this girl named Brianna ugly. It was because Brianna stood up for this kid named Eric, who was being bullied by them. Hannah told them that it wasn’t nice. Then they continually called her loser and dumb until she started crying. Hannah went up to me and I asked her what was wrong. She told me what had happened, and I felt so anxious. What I was going to do took guts. I marched over with my friend Adaora. “Stop it! Bullying isn’t okay! Shut up!”“Yeah, cut it out. It’s not cool. You’re hurting her feelings.”, Adaora said. They then stopped and were quiet the whole class period. Hannah was about to leave school, but I told her that I was always going to be there for her, no matter what happens. I felt courageous. It beyond doubt made our friendship so much stronger knowing that we would always be there for each

Growing up playing multiple sports I made many different friends from various towns and areas. Some of them I still talk to every

I made new friends and went to the Magis Program every Saturday. I saw some friends ,but it was different now. I'm not in their lives anymore and they are not really in my life either. Pretty soon after, me and my friends stopped talking because we went to different school and life was different. I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was happening in my old school and how everyone was doing. I was pretty sad and missed everyone. So school went by ,and me and my friends still saw each other ,but we weren’t as close as we were. So life went on 8th grade came and my decision came back. 8th grade year was fun I had made a lot of friends and a lot bonds with them. Some of the friends I made were going to go to St. Ignatius or St. Edwards or other private high schools. It was also my time to decide to which high school to go to. It was a hard decision so I delayed it. My friends from Magis also started talking to me again. They thought that I was still going to St. Ignatius. I was deciding whether to go Westlake High School or to go to Ignatius. I delayed the my decision until summer. So during 8th grade the whole 8th grade went to Washington D.C and I then realized that I didn’t to go to thru the same feeling again. So I told my old friends that Im sry one the last day of the Magis program before the summer camp

The ride there was going to take me all night. When I got on the bus and left I got a text from my ex- girlfriend. We got into a horrible argument and I told her I never wanted to see her again. I told her that I was going to be homeless with no one to help me out, but I told her I had a plan and all that. I was broken hearted again. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t because I was around to many people.

Like many people I went through high school with the same group of friends from middle school. We were all extremely close and acted like family. Upon graduating, we all realized that we wouldn’t see each other as much, especially the people that went to LSU, ULL and Emory and even LA Tech. We had lost those close-knits relationships we formed for over 7 years. Many people would be upset over this but it showed me who my real friends were and they are my new-found sisters in the sorority I joined and my best friend from sixth grade.

I am driving down sesame street looking for a job and Elmo call Darth Vader to get me a job on a ship in ww2 with Louie zamperini but got called back to headquarters to get ready to fight my dad Luke Skywalker in mistake island where I was raised to kill Darth Vader on his ship but that did not work so now here's a story about me writing a story for a miss ponard period 5 at 12:36 am.

It was November 10th, he hadn't been here at school the entire week and I was worried about him. I went to my first class, then came announcements. The principal said it was with a heavy burden that he brought this news. One of our students passed away due to a heart attack. He didn't specify who but I immediately knew it was Richard. My suspicions were correct when I was called to the guidance office. I walked in the office and I couldn't hold it in. The counselor never had the opportunity to attempt to say anything. I just couldn't control myself. They put me in the second office and left me alone until I started to calm down. They said they were going to call my father however I told them don't. I knew he could come get me because he would most likely be too drunk to drive. I went back to class but the teachers never gave me any work. This was the day I started to break. A month or so into the next school year I learned more about these demons. I had turned completely introverted. I could never open back up to anyone. I mean I had once already and look where that got me. I had now become the full circle of death. No one talked to me, looked at me, or attempted

I wasn’t very happy with that considering that meant losing my best friend. I didn’t want to see her hurting anymore though so I sucked it up and put a smile on my face. Although her house is only 33 minutes away from mine, it was still really difficult to plan things. She had joined their marching band and was really involved with her family and spent a lot of time with them. We did find time to hang out during the summer but it wasn’t often. The start of freshman year was really hard, I didn’t know what to do. All my friends has bestfriends at the same school and so i always got left out, it’s still the same way this year. Formal, homecoming, sadies, aloha bash, gym night, i was always the one who didn’t have a friend to go with. I’ve definitely improved at finding new friends, but Emerson will always be my best friend.

When I was very young I met a boy, he would become my best friend in the entire world, we would be inseparable. I practically lived at his house, and he at mine, we would do everything together, until one day he moved away. His mom got a fancy job in Laguna Beach, Ca, so they packed up and moved 1,000 miles away. We would barely speak to each other for nearly a decade.

Devin, a close friend that would later become more like a brother figure that will always be there when I need him. I first met Devin in the 8th grade at Park View Middle School’s graduation. The way we first met was through another friend named Caeden, which we were both close too, and we had our similarities. When we actually became friends, in the 9th grade, was at football practice. He helped me out a lot at the beginning of High School and helps me out a lot today.

Working in Hell was pretty much like any other job Matthew Loser had during his physical lifetime. The pay was crap, the hours were long, and there was never any positive feedback from his boss. Yep, working in Hell was just like working on Earth except for one big difference: he was stuck in Hell forever doing the same old crappy job, and forever was a long, long time.

I once read a picture that stated “good friendships are hard to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget. I am a living witness to that statement. They say nothing hurts worse than losing a love one to death but, how about losing a love one from your life and they’re still living and there’s nothing you can say or do to make them come back. That is one of the worse feelings ever to feel. I know I maybe only 18yrs old but I have learned a lesson in my life that has emotional changed me and even scared me internally. The lesson I have learn was that you should never take anyone for granted, and that it shouldn’t always be about how you feel. I experienced that lesson with one of my childhood best friends name Shyheim Galloway.

“You’re such a lying b*tch!” He screamed “Why did i ever like you”, this is how it was for me, a red hot face in front of me screaming things that were false but wanted to make a scene to better his reputation for others. Laughing was all I heard from his friends, friends that not even a day ago I was laughing with, but this is how things were now for me most people were on his side for something that never happened. My friends by my side kept me strong as I walked away not wanting to cause the scene to get worse, the walk was like a walk of shame as my legs shook with each step, my face as white as a ghost and eyes teary, as I got to the bathroom I laid my head against the wall and took in deep breathes to stop myself from yelling or hitting something. This was just something I couldn’t take anymore, the lies, the friendships breaking and even the tears, but I wasn’t going to give up this was something someone had to deal with so this wouldn’t happen to someone else because this feeling is something no one should go through. The next couple of days went the same with the yelling and the jokes except today was different, at lunch he decided to torment one of my friends and bothered him which ended up in a fist-fight which was not a pretty sight to see two red faces screaming at each other and white knuckles hitting each other in the face, two days later he began to start talking smack on me in a class and once again one of my friends (whose names shall not be given) punched

I remember one of my BFFEL (best friends for eternal life), I think she was the closest to me because we had so much in common. We were both from countries that weren’t the U.S., we had both left our regular lives far away, and we had both been crazy enough to be each other’s best friend. Even though she was from Canada and me from Argentina, and we only had one year together, you could swear that we were friends from a really long time. KayLe was the coolest person to be my friend, not only because she came from a cold place, but because she was always there for me, the whole school year we had together we had fights or I would fight with our friend and she would always be in the middle, but she still talked to me, came to my house, and