Why I Am A Friend

I need you home now.” This was my wakeup call and I knew that I had to hurry home. “I’m coming home now mom. I’ll be there in a bit. Everything is going to be alright.” Keeping my composure I went to the NHS president and told her that I had a family emergency and that I had to go. For some reason she was giving me a hard time about it but after seeing my eyes she asked if everything was alright. I just said I had to go and she finally let me go without asking anything further of me. I darted out of the cafeteria doors taking a right on the first floor hall way on the east side of the building and then a left I went through one of the schools entrances on 59th court. I live on the same street as the school just three miles away. At that moment I felt stranded. I did not have my “proper gear” to run it as fast as I could and at the time for some reason I did not bring my car to school. However, I knew I had to get home fast so I took off. As the cars passed me I lost myself in my head. I was not crying or even sad. I was unsure of how I should react. Then the thoughts of what if I never get to talk to him again ran through my head. That is when the tears started to pour down my cheeks as I continued to pant.

Every time I wipe the tears away from his eyes, I see the pain happening all over again, it’s as though the accident just happened even though it’s nearly been a year, and I know I’m not supposed too, but I can’t help feeling sorry for Fin. His life was just beginning, now he’s simply a bystander, but for his sake I have to pretend his whole life is still in front of him it’s just changed direction a little. It’s so hard because it’s like he knows I am lying, but he’s pretending to believe it for my sake … how is he supposed to believe it, when I know its rubbish and I haven’t tried harder to believe anything in my life. I am his mother, I am supposed to love and support him unconditionally, and instead I am wishing he was dead. How can I even think that, what mother thinks that about their son … what does that make me? … I wish I was a better mother, for

Later that day we went to visit him in the Oklahoma Sooners pediatrics hospital and he stayed in the hospital for the rest of his spring break. He went under two different tests an EEG and an MRI. Needless to say when I saw that he was awake and he was able to come back to his senses the whole weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. I was trying to be optimistic about it and I kept telling myself he was going to overcome this. I remember just listening to the sirens of the ambulance as they rode off to the hospital I wouldn’t eat until he woke up and he didn’t wake up until about 5:14 in the afternoon.

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

When he was able to talk he said to me “I’m sorry that you have to see me this way, I’m supposed to be the big strong brother.” That broke my heart and I just didn’t want to lose my brother, we’re just so close. Over the last week of summer I sat in his hospital room with him from 7 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be anywhere but with him.

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

I didn’t even know if he was still breathing, I couldn’t help him if he was breaking, he couldn’t cry in my arms like he did when he was younger, I felt completely useless.

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

Weeks turned into months, the good news was always the best. It made me feel like i was on top of the world. But the sad part is to this day the don't know what is wrong with him. When they took him out of the coma he very slowly started to heel. They move him into a much large room and they didn't have to keep the lights off all the it was bright and fresh and it didn't have that sad tone to it. The first time walking into the his new room my heart exploded. He was sitting. His frail spain held him up, with support of a few pillows. I look over at my mom and just smiled. That was a special day Liam wasn’t aloud to eat food but we fed him ice cube which doesn’t sound like much but it was great to know that i could help him in anyway. He continued to become more healthy. My sister called my mom and told her that we will be having to have surgery to amputate hands fingers and its toes. that was the most horrid thing I've ever heard I was shocked. Soon my mom received another phone call it was my sister saying that the doctors have decided to move Liam into the burn unit. He stayed a couple of months in the burn unit. At that point the doctors still

Friends, are not ones who will be with you forever, no one will. This is something I have learned after my freshman year of high school. Early spring of 2015, I went to Rancho San Joaquin middle school. This is where I have met my best friend during 8th grade, which I once believe she will be my best friend forever. The day when we met is my first day in Rancho, we have the same 6th period english class. Right before the bell ringed, someone walked to me and hit on my shoulder. She is a very bright girl, with long hairs that goes to her waist, not long after this day, we become best friends. I used to be very quiet, through her I have met many of other friends, I once thought we are going to be best friends for the whole 4 year of high school

The school was on vacation, so after the school’s vacation was over, my sister’s and I went to school. I went to Houlton Elementary School because I was in 2nd grade. On my first day of school, I had made my first actual friend, her name was Mia. We became friends because the teacher told us to do a timeline project of our lifetime, and I started crying because I missed my family, so Mia told me everything would be alright . We had started hanging out with each other after that, I found out that similar lives. We both had three dogs, two older sisters, and we are the youngest. We have been friends ever since

The call was from the hospital. We suspected something horrible had happened. I started crying right there. My mom turned the car around and sped back to Good Samaritan hospital. At around 1:15 my mom and I rushed into the hospital and ran back onto the floor that he was on. My mom got there first, she stopped in the doorway and that’s when I knew something was wrong. I started to sob harder. I fell to the floor sobbing into my hands. When I heard my Grandma cry out in anguish, I knew it was all over for my Grandpa. I

Then before I even realized I was in the hospital and walking towards his room. There I saw my first welcomed sight, my family. I saw my mom first and could tell that she had cried. With the dried up makeup running down her face. My uncle then took charge “Let's go see him Don-Don”. I was anxious and that flu feeling was fleeing back into me faster than a speeding bullet. There was, however, a part of me that want to see him. I wanted my questions answered. With an exhale I opened the door. I didn't know what to do, I was expecting some kind of reaction, but didn't feel

My stomach turned I got all sweaty and left early that day. My family told me the whole story and it sounded just like a storm. My cousin attempted suicide. He took basically too many pills at once and a friend of his found him limb on the floor. I just thought about how if that friend wasn't there he wouldn’t be here. Now that day was officially the worst day when I read his note before he decided to take those pills. It said and I quote “Thank you to all of my wonderful cousins, thanks for loving me, knowing you are there only wanted me to keep on living. I just can’t do it anymore and I am sorry. I will be protecting you from heaven.” It just brought me to tears. The tears kept flowing like a waterfall and they couldn’t stop. The only thing that kept me going was he was alive and in a good place right now. He has now found a new girl and lives in Sydney, Australia. So this is a better life than he had

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.