Save A Life

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My name is Molly Moore and this is my story. This is my story about how I changed and saved a life. The life of Jonathan Burrow. Though it may have an taken a long time and a lot of effort, it was worth. It was worth it because I got to see somebody who was so lost and alone become somebody so happy and alive. Jonathan was found. Let me tell you how…

    It all started one chilly Thursday morning. I was walking home from school. I had my big blue jacket on and my warm fuzzy hat. As I was walking down the street I heard a sudden whimper. It didn’t sound like an animal, it sounded like a human. I slowly made my way towards the sound. When I turn turned the cornered I was shocked as to what I saw.

    There was a boy, probably a little older than me, huddled in the corner. His arms wrapped around himself, probably trying to keep himself warm. He wore nothing but a pair of black jeans and a black tank top. He hadn’t noticed me yet so I decided to walk a bit closer. As I got closer I got a better look at his face. He was pale with chapped lips, he had an narrow face with a pointed chin. His black hair was spiked up all over and his dark brown eyes were glued onto his bare feet. There was an moment of silence until I decided to speak up.

    “Hello?” I said quietly. I watched as his head snapped up, his eyes meeting mine. The look of fear covered his face and he pushed himself closer to the wall. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I told him. The boy scowled.

    “You can’t hurt me, you’re a girl.” He said. Even though the comment offended me, I let it slide. He was probably just scared.

    “What’s your name?” I asked.

   “Why should I tell you?” The boy snapped. I pursed my lips. I was starting to get annoyed by his rudeness, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to start a pointless argument.

“Fair enough.” I agreed, and then I told him my name. “I’m Molly.” I told him. He frowned at me and I smiled back. I wanted to help this boy but he didn’t seem to want my help.

“What do you want?” The boy asked, his voice softer than before. He then added, a little harsher, “Are you here to make fun of me or hurt me?”

“I can’t hurt you, I’m a girl.” I replied, a smirk playing on my lips.

I saw the boy smile, it was small but it was there. He quickly lost the smile and replaced it with glare. “Leave me alone.” He said. I couldn’t help but feel the disappointment that came after he said that. I always felt like I needed to be there for people and when people told me to leave them alone, or something along those lines, it made me feel like I let them down.

    “Why?” I asked, looking at him with curiosity in my eyes. The boy ignored my question and looked away from me, breaking the eye contact that I’ve been trying to hold.  I wanted to help him. Why wouldn’t he let me? I supposed if I was abandoned and alone on the streets, with nobody even caring that I was freezing in the chilly weather, I wouldn’t trust a lot of people either. I stood up and took off my jacket, I then placed it on the ground near him. I gave him one last glance and walked away. Little did that mysterious boy know, that that wouldn’t be the last time he’d see me.

I sat at the kitchen table in my house, picking at the rice and beans on my plate. I loved rice and beans and I was super hungry but I couldn’t help but think of the poor boy who probably had nothing to eat. It wasn’t just the boy though, millions of people in this world are starving, and here I was with this delicious meal while they had nothing. I felt guilt sink in as I swallowed another bite of my food.

“What’s wrong, Molly?” I heard dad ask. I looked up into his brown eyes and put on a fake smile.

“Nothing, I’m just not hungry tonight, that’s all.” I told him. He gave me an look and I knew he didn’t believe me.