Aaron Drake: Icarus Academy

Dana

You remember Alisha? She was the pretty girl back in 6th Grade who had a "little" crush on. Well these feelings developed, as did my mind and body, and I wrote her a little piece. A love poem, if you will. I'd read it out to you guys, but I can't, and you'll know why at the end of the story.

No one knew about my feelings for Alisha. She was a smart, pretty good girl. She had nice handwriting, was one of my reasons for liking her. Gimme a break, I was 12. So I confessed my feelings on a piece of paper through poetry. I've always been good with words, and so I let my intricate web of words weave a beautiful picture depicting my affections for her. I showed it to Ms. Fauna, and she had me read it out to the class.

At this point no one knew who it was for. At the end of the day, I left it on top of Alisha's bag so she would see it. She gave it back to me and said "You left your poem here". I told her, "Keep it. I wrote it for you, so you should keep it.", and that was quite romantic, at least I thought so. She didn't. She said "I can't believe this! I'm going to tell my mom, the teacher and the principal! How dare you do something like this?!"

That day, the poem wasn't the only thing that got shredded by her. My heart did as well. My affections and romantic feelings were shattered, my heart dropped and I was angry. Or sad. I couldn't really tell...

There was only one witness to the unfolding of this tale of tragedy. Dana.

Later she messaged me on Facebook about how I wasn't supposed to do stuff like that to girls at this age. She told me that while it was sweet, it was too sudden and strange, especially since I was almost a complete stranger to Alisha. I suppose I understood her logic. She sent me a large message, so I replied with another large message. And thus the Large Messages began. We got to know each other really well, and she told me how much she disliked Alisha and how I shouldn't talk to her.

Of course after The Incident that day I had no intention of speaking to Alisha again. But I did talk to Dana that day. And the next day. And the next day. Our friendship developed into something more than her consoling me on heartbreak. We found out that her birthday is one day after mine, and we invented crazy theories about being secret twins with a one minute difference at midnight. Our friendship had become a True Friendship.

I'm sure you've experienced that before. That one person, who's like your soulmate but in an absolutely platonic friend way. You get what I mean? Basically it's like this person was meant to be your friend

and this matchmaking of friendship was a match made in heaven or by the stars or something. It was meant to be, fate carved out the path for both of you just so you could meet this person and become

True Friends with them.

Dana and I remained friends.