A Writing In Need

Chapter 2: Friends at hand

Everyone has a best friend. Everyone has someone they can trust. I try to have a best friend. I do have a best friend. I just dont trust them. When you tell someone a secret. Its not a secret. They can tell anyone and everyone what it is and i dont want that happening.

A year later. A family split in half. I know what you're asking. What side am I on? Thats just it. Im not on a side. If anything, Im by myself. I have school to worry about. I cant let one simple secret put the rest of my life in danger.
3 weeks in and already im having more problems. Im in a classroom with a few people I know. But thats the thing. I know them. I don't talk to them. So I carry on with my life and someone comes to me. She's sweet but open minded and open hearted.

"Hello!" She looks at me. Then she takes a seat across from me.

"Hi." I reply back with. I know right off the bat that this is either a set up or she really wants to have a friend.

"What's your name?" Her smile looks like it never ends, from ear to ear.

"Rose." I try and keep everything simple. To make sure we don't get into a big conversation that could lead us to becoming friends.

"Thats pretty. My name is Star. Weird huh? Who has the name star right? Totaly lame. But Rose. That shows alot. It shows beauty, life and kindness. But it also shows a sign that it's not to be messed with. Such as it's thorns." She keeps talking about names and what they could stand for. I know she isn't going to stop untill either the bell rings or I say here is my number. We should text sometime. I try and wait but it seems like the bell isn't going to ring for another hour. I give in and write my number down for her. At least if she texts me I can put my phone on mute. But I know I can be that rude. She rips off the piece of the paper that has my number on it and writes down hers. I gotta say, she was a really nice friend to have. I felt like she was my missing sister. I still never told her any of my secrets though, and she knew I didn't tell her.

One day in May she came up to me with tears in her eyes.

"Rose. Im moving." A tear drop fell to the floor. Some started to flood in my eyes too. This was exactly what i wanted to avoid. A heartbreak. Whether it was with a boyfriend, best friend or family member.

"Why? Where? When?" I asked.

"My mom wants to live in a better area and closer to other family members about 3 hours away and she wants to leave now." She answered every question the same way I asked.
She looks at me with wide soft eyes.

"I know you didn't tell me much about yourself. And I know this will just make you stay quiet even more. But if you won't talk to anyone, at least write? Make someway of getting those thoughts in your head out. Im sure you will feel better. Pretend you are writing to me. Please?" She hands me a book with peace signs on it and a pencil that has hearts on it. I gave her a weird look like why? Its so lame. To write down thoughts and feelings. She continued on pushing the book and pencil in front of me.

"Okay." I said finally. Even though I know I mostlikly wont.

"Trust me. This will help." She gives me a hug and pulls my bag shut.

"It was open." She said. She turns and heads to the main office. I stare down at the book and pencil. Trust. Was what she said. Trust.

I go home and open the zipper that she had closed. There was a folded paper in it. She slipped it in. My bag was always closed. That sneaky little girl. I open it up. 38-73 braud drive, peeks mountain. It was her address so I could write to her if I really wanted. I took the paper, stuck it in the peace sign book with the pencil of hearts and shoved it under my bed. Its not that I didnt care. It's so it wouldn't get lost anywhere else.

I end the rest of my year quiet. Alone. No friends no matter what. I knew it was for the better. I knew how little the chance of having your best friend move was. But thats why I stayed to myself. Of all the children. It was her who had to move. My only friend having to leave me. But atleast she didnt leave me alone too much. She left me her book. And I took it with pride. Knowing that she is still out there. My one and only best friend. I still have her number. So it's not like we were totaly cut off. But I will still miss her. So I will do her the favor and write in the book she gave me. Just, not yet.