Me and Bryan have always been friends ever since we were in first grade.We were like two peas in a pod.Best friends forever we used to say and we had a handshake.By 3rd grade it was a fist bump or a high five . By fifth grade it was hey or hello.Looking back it feels as if the time slipped through my fingers like sand. Me and Bryan are still friends to this day and now we are juniors in high school. We were just a different type of friend. we used to be all cheery and all hey there bestie but now we just kind of talk to each other about our problems on the phone. I know practically everything about him and his problems , his parents are divorced, he lives with his dad and his girl friend and he is clean from hurting him self for 92 days and more to come he says. I myself have never thought of self harming, I just though of music when I got mad or sad. I would put my head phones in and turn my phones volume all the way up.
Once high school came I wasn't the cute little girl who didn't want to grow up but had all these life goals'. I wasn't the girl who studied hard and was looked up upon for it. I was now called a nerd. A loser. ugly. And many more.
The only problem was I wasn't handling it very well I would get on the bus with my head in between my knees looking at my phone and than I would get home throw down my back pack lock my door and cry . I would cry for hours. I contemplated calling Bryan and telling him everything but I just couldn't, I don't even know why.
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We Were Cowards
Short StoryMy name? You don't care because I don't have big boobs or a big butt. My happiness doesn't matter to you. I am alone. I have one friend , his name is Bryan. He feels the same way I do. I don't get how highschoolers can go around hurting and bullyin...
