Right now my dog, my best friend Sam , and I are running for our lives from a Knight that lived hundreds of years ago, hold on let me tell you how we got here. Early that morning Sam and I went to the park to play football.
I’m a tall scrawny kid that’s not that good at sports, is in the back of the classroom never raising his hand, black hair, freckles, shaggy, thick hair. My best friend on the other hand…
He’s the coolest kid in class, top grades, awesome at sports, glasses, blond, and smooth hair. Ever since first grade we’ve been friends, but I never knew why. I had asked him once, this was his answer,” I think you’re cool.” I had ever thought myself as cool. But ever since i’ve been more confident, a little.
Today in art I was sweating I was so anxious to get out of school.
“Psst,” whispered Sam,” do you want to go to the park after school?”
“Mr. Parker i’ve told you more than once, no talking in class, detention!” Mrs. Johnson Yelled, before Sam could argue.
“I’ll get you out, no ‘prob.”
“Mr. Adams, don't make me put you in detention either.” Said
Detention later that day…
“Ugh, this is boring!” said Sam without Mrs Johnson hearing him.
“Nock, nock, nock” as I knocked on the window glass.
“Oh, thank goodness, I thought you weren’t coming.” said Sam relieved.
“Mr. Parker who are you talking to?” asked Mrs. Johnson
“Uh, nobody?” he said standing in front of the window, so she couldn’t see me.
I got down behind the window before Sam had to sit down.
“Well sit down, I don’t want to see you out of your seat again.” She said confused, and left the room. Sam went back to the window and opened it.
“Thanks, didn’t think she would leave that fast.”I said, panting.”C’mon lets get out of here, it smells like month old honey.”
“Yea, lets do this! Woo!” He said Jumping out the window.Now me and Sam were going to the park without anyone seeing me, but Sam was being seen by everyone doing his strut. It really never bothered me but in the back of my head there was this voice.
“He treats you like dirt!”
“He’s my friend”
“If he’s your friend then why aren’t you cool?”
“Cause I don’t want to be cool”
Ever since I was friends with Sam there was a battle of who would win, the voice or himself. For a while he had always won, My friendship with sam was very strong with him when I first met him. But now I was starting to agree with the voice inside my head. But I had always wanted a friend like that and would never give up.
