I was walking to my locker when I saw Eli. He always argued with the teacher and had a bad temper. I mostly stayed away from him, since he was very aggressive.
He had a hoodie that said "R.I.P Daddy." There was a picture of a man, and two children, a boy and a girl, in his arms. The boy I guessed, was Eli, and the little girl was probably his sister.
I don't know what got into me, but I walked over to him. He glared at me, and said,"What do you want?" "Is that your father on your hoodie?" "Yes. He died a few months ago." He was acting tough but I could hear his voice breaking a little. "I'm sorry Eli." I then hugged him, and pink flushed in his cheeks. "Yknow, if your dad isn't here then I can take care of you. We'll both be there for each other. Ok?" "O-Ok." I broke the hug and smiled at Eli. Then I went back to my locker.
Ever since then, me and Eli have been really good friends. I helped him with his anger problems, and usually helped him study. Over time, he got into less fights, and his grades were improving. I enjoyed helping him, even though people said I wasn't getting anything out of it, but I did. He was always there to brighten my day. Sometimes he got a big head, so I had to burst his bubble.
I was the few that dared to speak back to him. I never felt threatened though. He was a gentle soul on the inside, despite what everyone thought.
Since the third grade, we kept our promise to each other. I took care of him, and he took care of me. Little did I know that, the promise would soon be broken.
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Surviving the world
Non-FictionLuna has to face to the cruel world, luckily she's not alone. Her friends have her back even when the worst happens. Abuse, Bullying, Boys, Drama, but even this cruel world has happiness
