Just your Wingman

Thank You

I stayed in the bathroom the whole three hours left of school. I did nothing. I sat their emotionless. Nothing worked in my head. Nothing moved in my body. I'm broken. My bottle was in pieces. That's it.

My soul was now gone. My heart was now crumbled. My mind was now non existent.

RIIIIIING!!

That was the last bell. School was probably over by now. I took in a deep breath. I got ready to face the world again. I straightened my hair up and wiped my tears.

I walked out into the school hall to see no one. I sighed in relief, "Thank goodness."

"Where am I going to go though? No way am I going home. Home is where sorrows of reality are." I thought to myself.

My body led the way for me. Without thinking I walked the halls emotionless. I kept walking till I got to a tree. The tree at the front of the school. It was a big oak tree, the symbol of our school, Oakwood High School. "Why am I here?" I said aloud to myself. I sat near the tree. The surrounding of the tree was a 10 square yards of grass.

I laid my back on the tree. "What am I doing with life..." I sighed. I sat there for five minutes. Not a single thing out of my mouth. I didn't want anything in the world but Gram. She would cheer me up. She would help me through this. A single tears went down my face.

"Hey, hamster. You gonna get out of my spot or what?" A familiar voice asked. Ryan.

I quickly wiped away the tear. "What are you doing here Gorilla?!" I said irritated. I hoped so badly that he didn't see my tear. I growled at him, annoyed by his sudden appearance.

"Basketball practice. Don't you see the sweat?" He sat next to me on the tree. I scooted away from him, showing that I didn't wanna be near him. "What? Afraid of a little sweat?" He shook his frisky hair at me. Drops of his sweat landed on me.

"Ew, you're so gross!" I said in disgust pushing him away. He chuckled at me. I managed a smile. "Why am I smiling? Wasn't I just depressed a minute ago? There's something about this guy..." I thought to myself.

He grabbed my hand and tugged me to my feet. "Ready for a one on one?" He asked in an excited voice.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked confused. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the gym. "Hey let go!! Get off me!! He's kidnapping me!!" I yelled.

Once we got there he covered my mouth, "You're loud, you know that?" He chuckled a little.

As he made contact with my face I turned red, "Shut up." He passed me the ball. I caught it almost dropping it.

"So you have reflexes....nice." Quickly he grabbed the ball from me and shot it. Score, "Now let's see you use them."

"Why do you wanna play with me?" I asked confused. He threw the ball at me and I caught it with ease this time.

"Should their be a reason of why I want to beat my arch nemesis the sixtieth time?" He said with a smirk.

"You're on!" I said as if fire was in my eyes.

"Thank you..." I said in my mind. I didn't know why I did, but I thought it.

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We played a whole hour until we both got tired. I laid flat on my back on the gym floor. "I'm so tired..." I said with a sigh. I breathed heavily.

Ryan's head was like five inches above mine, "You know you can sit on the bleachers right?" He talked down to me from above where he sat on the bleachers.

I blew at his face. He jumped up and shook his head, "Ew, your so weird."

"I know I am." I laughed. I sat up on the floor. I pulled my knees to my chin.

Then Ryan put something near my face. A smoothie. "Here , you can have it."

"When did you get this? We were playing all this time, how'd you get a smoothie?" I asked confused.

"I stole it from the cafeteria. I've been stealing left over from the cafeteria since forever." Ryan said with a sly smile. He pulled out a tray of smoothie samples from behind the bleachers.

"I can't believe you!" I laughed. I sipped from my smoothie, "You're so bad."

"We should get going before the volleyball team gets here. They may be mad we didn't ask permission to use the gym." He chuckled. I messed with his hair.

I checked my watch, "It's five already?! When did that happen?! I have to get home." I got my stuff to leave.

I was about to leave until I turned back to Ryan, "Hey, uh Ryan."

He looked back at me, "Yeah?"

"Thanks....for everything." I said with gratitude.

"For what?"

What an I thanking him for? What was this feeling I always had when I was near Ryan. Something warm and familiar. He always seemed to make my day....

"Thanks for always glueing the pieces back..." I said. I ran out the gym leaving him in confusion.

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I was at the front door of my house.

Reality struck me again. Ryan's game was only a small refuge from my suffering. I knew I had to face the truth when I got home. Gram wouldn't be there to comfort me anymore. To wake me up in the morning. To cook me breakfast.

Tears blurred my vision. I sunk my nails into my palm. "Stop! Stop being a baby! This is real life! You can't always cry your way through things. Pull yourself together." I said to myself.

I took a deep breath and unlocked the door with my key. I slowly opened it.

I took in the surroundings. Papers and scraps of nothing were on the floor. The house was a mess. All the pillows were on the floor and all the cabinets were opened wide.

My mom came from upstairs. Her eyes puffy and her hair was a mess. Her shirt was full of stains and her sweatpants were so droopy.

Tears filled her eyes as she saw me, "Wendy! Wendy you're home! You're home!" She exclaimed.

She hugged me tight. I was stunned. I didn't know how to react. She cried on my shoulder as I stood there emotionless.

"I'm sorry....I'm sorry I let this happen. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. I'm...I'm...I'm so sorry." My mom blurted. She cried onto my shoulder. She was broken. I realized my mom was broken. We were both.

Tears filled my eyes too. They dropped slowly down my face. I started to break down too. I hugged her tightly too, "I'm so sorry too. I should have never took Gram for granted. I should have never been so rash. I'm sorry!"

We both cried and mourned on each other. All we could do was cry. There was nothing else to do.

Once our tears were all dried and our voices already out I said the words I've always wanted to say.

"Mom...thank you for always being there for me. Even when times are tough for you." I managed to say under my shaky voice.