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A Lesson in Relationships: A really short little story about two friends.
Posted by ally, Aug 25, 2008. 1523 views. ID = 1653

A Lesson in Relationships

Posted by ally, Aug 25, 2008. 1523 views. ID = 1653
This post was written in 3 minutes.
Inspired by two guys at my school who apparently don't like each other. This is my imaginary version of what happened.
This post has been awarded 15 stars by 4 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Glass Sentiments.

It was cool out, but not quite fall. You could still wear shorts without shivering, and the bite in the air was quite comfortable compared to the suffocating heat of the previous months.

Thus was the way September began each year. Each year, thousands of people, who were not quite adults but definitely not children poured into the schools as they began to open.

Two of these not-quite-men stood facing each other on the soft green grass of the football field, a day before school was set to open.

"I don't want to be your friend anymore," the first said. He was not as tall as his companion, with shorter, curlier hair, and his face seemed to be permanently stuck in a scowl. Considering the difference in height alone, one would suspect that the first boy was the youngest, but the shorter boy was in fact a year older than the taller one.

"You're selfish, and a jerk, and all you care about is protecting yourself." The first boy paused, and seemed to falter a moment before continuing his barrage of insults against the second boy. "You don't care who you step on, or who you hurt, as long as you get what you want." He was glaring at the other boy now. "You're terrible."


The second boy was tall, with sandy blonde hair that fell down to his ears, and eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He was, of course, not smiling at the moment.

“Is this about last week?” the second boy asked, his voice shaking. “Because you know I didn’t want it to turn out the way it did, I swear –"

The first boy cut him off with a loud laugh. “You swear? That’s what you said when we agreed to do this! ‘It’ll work out fine, I swear! Just trust me!’ I did! I trusted you! And look what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” was all the second boy could manage to say.


“Sorry isn’t going to get me a retake on that test!”

“Nothing is going to get you that. I know you wanted to get into that school, and I know you could have, but maybe it was supposed to work out this way -”

“I’m finished with you,” the first boy said, turning away. “I trusted you that if I made more friends – if I let people in – it would help me. Make me a better person.”

He stopped walking for a split second, and turned back to the second boy.

“All friends do are ruin things for you.”

And then he was too far away to call out to, and all the taller boy could do was stare at his friend’s retreating back.

He hadn’t known they checked the calculators for programmed formulas at that entrance exam. Of course he would have deleted them first if he had known.

Of course …

Or maybe not.


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This post has been awarded 15 stars by 4 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Glass Sentiments. The next part of this series can be found here: Breaking Tradition.
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