My Girl

New Friend

Michael

Maybe Alana is at the store now. I quickly ran over to the store but I came around from the backway. As I got to the store, I noticed something. A body. A girl. Alana. No! No! No No No!"Alana wake up! It's me Michael! Who did this to you! Come back" I yelled. "Help! Help!" I continued. Someone came around back and called 911. I tried to perform CPR but she wasn't coming back. Alana please. Please come back. I want to get to know you. I want you. Soon the ambulance came and Took her and me to the hospital. I had to wait in the waiting area while they took her to an operating room. Here we are again. I find her hleeding and close on edge. We end up at the hospital. This time, I'm going to stay to make sure she'll be alright. My phone rang. Ashton. "Hey bud what's up?" He asked. "Nothing much. You?"I ask less enthusiastic. "Nothin. Just chillin with the boys. Hey we had to teach Alana a lession today at the corner store. You weren't there to participate, so do you wanna get her tomorrow or what?"He asked. I sat in my chair shoked and without a word. That's what happen. I didn't reply. I just hung up. They ganged up on her. I know I use to do that too, but I want to be different. I don't want to hurt her or anyone anymore. Alana please come back.

Luke

"What happened?" I asked. Ashton sat on my couch pissed. "He hung up on me." He replied. "Oh don't sound like a hormonal teenage girl! Haha wow!" Calum laughed. Why did Michael hang up? Maybe it was a broken line. Me and Michael are best friends. I'm sure he has his reasons.

Michael

"Anybody here for Alana Rodrigues?" I quickly stood up and walked over to the doctor. "She's fine. She is awake and has no permanent dammage to the brain." He assured me. He walked me over to her room and there she was. Brusied and beaten. Broken. She's broken. "How ya feelin?" I asked. she turned to me and her heart raced faster and eyes bacame wide. "Get away! I'll call the nurses and have you gone! You lied to me!" She said nervously. "What are you talking about?"I asked. "You told me to meet you at the corner store at 12. I got there earlier and they beat me. You set me up. You lied to me. I should have k own better than to trust someone like you again."She replied. "I took you to the hospital. I got there at 11:55 and waited til 12:30 or something. I walked to your house and noticed you weren't there then I walked back to the store and saw you laying there and I took you to the hospital. I waited in the waiting room for you. I wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn't lie to you! I promise!" I replied. She stayed silent and began to cry. I walked over to her and hugged her and comforted her. "You don't need to cry. I'm here." I said softly. Then I kissed her forhead and rocked her back and forth. She cried into my chest but I didn't mind. She needed someone. I can be that someone. "You said you wanted to talk. I'm ready to talk. What is it that you want to hear?" She asked. I stared into her brown eyes and said,"everything." She smiled and took a few deep breaths. And began.

" I was born in Texas. I had a best friend named Adam. Me and him have been best friends since we were born. Even today we are best friends. He lives in Chicago now. He moved a few years back with his parents. Now he's about to be 19 and is going to move here soon. But When he moved, I was bullied more. I was bullied because of the music I liked. I dated this guy named Dave. I thought he loved me and he led me to believe that he loved me. He abused me and he almost raped me but I ran away from him. When I came back, he left me because I didn't give him what he wanted. Adam was there to comfort me and he made me get over Dave. But after Dave, tge bulling became worse and Adam had to leave. I was alone. I was cutting and it became worse. I wasn't eating too much anymore because I thought I was fat and so did everyone else. I was hit, pushed and slapped pretty much everyday just for being alive. My parents argued a lot and they would tell me that I'm ugly and fat sometimes. I hated muself. I didn't want to be alive anymore." She started to cry. And once she caught her breath, she continued.

"I tried to commit suicide, but Adam stopped me. Then my parents and I moved here. My parents still argue and they leave me home alone pretty much every weekend. I learned to live for myself. That's why I'm a pretty good cook as I recall someone telling me."She said smiling looking up at me. I whiped away her tears and held her tight. "Well I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I want to be your friend. You made me relize just how much I was missing in my life." I said. "What's your story?"Alana asked. I took a deep breath and began.

"Well mine isn't as sad as yours. I lived in Australia with Ashton, Luke, and Calum. We've been best friends since we were little. We always got into trouble together. Then we all moved here together. My parents, they weren't like parents to me. They always beat me and make fun of me. Moreso now because I color my hair. My mom became a drunk and she would leave but soon come back. Yesterday, my mom left drunk and my dad kicked me out of the house. That's why we bumped into each other and I was crying. I thought about you and how you felt. I'm so sorry Alana! Can you forgive me?"I asked.

She hugged me tight and said,"yes I forgive you. You soumd verey sincere and I've grown to like you in this short time we spent together. Can we be friends?"she asked. I nodded and said, "Yes!" We hugged and laughed.