How It All Started

I MAKE A FRIEND

CHAPTER 2
I MAKE A FRIEND
I had no idea where I was exactly. All I could see was a ditched hole and I was sitting at its edge. I was
upset about what had happened. I wanted to cry, but I knew that it was worthless. I had my face buried in
my hands for the last couple of minutes. I just sat there for some time. After about half an hour or so, I
started to gaze around.
The place was sort of dry. Not all of it though, exactly half of it was totally dried out. There were dead
trees all over, the ground was so hard, as if it hadn't rain for a decade or so. The other half had trees and
bushes. They were wild plants. It looked like nobody took care of that place because the grass had
weeds growing in them. The trees were not maintained. They kind of looked scary. I wouldn't be
surprised if some sort of non-human creature stepped out from the behind.
To my right side were bushes, and there was a guy coming from there. I gasped when I saw him there as
I was not expecting to see anyone. At least he was human. He actually looked nice. He was holding a
cigarette in his hand which looked totally unlike him. I mean that cigarette he was holding did not suit him
at all. He was smoking it, and I could feel that he is taking it in slowly and gently and then exhaling it
softly. He was wearing a blue hoodie over a white T-shirt, simple blue jeans and white joggers. He wasn't
too big. He looked like a teenager, only a few years older than me, or maybe the same age as me. I
didn't realise that I was looking at him, and he seemed to notice. We made an eye-contact. When he saw
me, he crushed his cigarette under his shoe. He walked towards me, he was fast, or maybe I wasn't
paying much attention. The next moment, he was sitting right next to me. It kind of felt awkward. At first,
a silly thought hit my mind, and I thought that he came to ask me why I was staring at him. Or something
mean. I was just thinking and being nervous when he started a conversation.
"Hi" he said. His voice was deep and it was very gentle. At that moment I knew that he would not hurt
me. But I was still very nervous, obviously, what do you expect from a person who doesn't know you, and
you don't know them either, and they start talking to you. I don't know why, but I just replied, without even
thinking.
"Hello"
I took a glimpse of his face. He had deep blue eyes, blonde hair. I started to scoot away from him but
that guy didn't seem to care about that. I was giving him a signal that he is a stranger and all that.
However, my behaviour did not have any impact on him. He continued.
"My name is Fritz." I looked at him and smiled. There was something particular in his voice. It seemed
nice, and positive. I just had this feeling that we would become good friends, and I would get a chance to
tell him how I feel about stuff you know.
"I'm Marc" I replied.
"That's a nice name you know, it's popular in Italy, are you Italian?"
I don't know why he thought that I was Italian. I bet he just wanted to talk for a long time, and probably
didn't want the conversation to end too early. Also my name isn't popular in Italy at all. But I seemed to
like his idea.
"Thanks, no, I'm half German and half English. It's weird." I didn't know what else to say.
Fritz giggled, and patted me on my shoulder and said "Nah, it's cool."
I realized that his voice wasn't as deep as I thought it was. He was acting as if he was my childhood
friend. I mean really, what do you expect from a stranger who knows you hardly for five minutes, and he
starts patting you and starts talking. It surely did felt awkward at first but then I got comfortable just a
little.
After a moment of silence, I asked him a question, because it was him who was talking for a long time.
And I didn't even bother to answer except 'yes' and 'no'.
"So, where are you from?" I asked him.
"US, California." He said, there was a sound of disappointment in his voice.
"Well then, what are you doing here?" I asked him stupidly.

But this guy Fritz, didn't seem to mind about that. He kept looking straight during our whole conversation.
I was trying to make out what he was looking at. Maybe a dead tree. After a moment, he drew his breath
to answer but then he let it go. It looked like as if he was searching for a right answer. He then replied
with what I had expected him to say.
"Its just my parents, you know. They like it in here the most." There was still disappointment in his tone. I
wanted to make him feel better even though we had never met before. But it felt like I had known him for
a very long period of time. I understood what he felt like.
"How old are you?" I managed to say.
"Sixteen, and you?"
He sounded much better now, as if he was now much interested in knowing about myself.
"Fourteen." I frowned, looking at him and taking a look all around. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
There was a dead silence after I had asked him that. I wished I had never asked that. But I was curious
too. So I let it pass, and waited.
"My stupid family kicked me out of the house. I've been here for two days." He raised his eyebrow at me
and asked with suspicion "What are you doing here?"
I was the one who was supposed to suspicious. I doubted him for a minute. I wondered if had followed
me all the way from my home to this place and had heard the conversation between my family or my
brother here. A wave of fear passed my head. But I let it go. I thought that I would die anyway. It didn't
matter who was before me, or where I was.
His question some how had some effect on me. I was feeling emotional. I looked straight at the old
wrinkled dead tree, that was straight ahead of me. It was white and had some brown patches on its bark.
I looked between the patches, and then at the sky above me. Clear sky and a few cirius clouds were
there. I just looked between the clouds. My mind went blank, I had nothing to answer at that moment. I
was trying to hold back my tears, remembering what had happened.
"Same" I managed to say. I could feel a lump inside my throat growing, second after second. I would
start crying any minute now.
I could see from the corner of my eye that Fritz was totally surprised by that. He wanted to make me feel
better. I didn't know why, but I was pretty upset about what my family had done. Its not like I expected
anything good from my family, but still I didn't expected that worse from them. All of a sudden they didn't
have a room for me in their big ugly house. Other than that, they were accusing me for who-knows-what.
Fritz was now trying really hard to take my mind away from what had happened and he started telling me
weird stuff about himself which I didn't believe. He told me that he was kicked out of his home because
he jammed Slipknot and Slayer. Now, who would believe that?
I didn't speak much for the rest of the day.
Fritz jumped up and said "Alright dude! Let's go."
"Where?" I asked being puzzled.
"To my apartment of course! Look Marc, we could live together, please, just come. Would ya?" Fritz
stretched his arm towards me, and I was looking into his deep blue eyes. What I saw in them, was
kindness. My instinct told me to go with him. He was a nice guy. I mean really, even this little
conversation meant a lot to me. Also, I had no other place to live.
I got up, and he hugged me all of a sudden. That was the first time I ever felt loved. Also, the first time
someone gave me a hug. The last time someone ever hugged me was when I was five, but I don't
remember who though. Neither of my parents ever hugged me, they just hated me so much.
"Lets get going!" said Fritz with excitement.
We were walking to the West. On the way, I saw many strange things. By those strange things, I mean
people. You know what, I think that I'm allergic to everyone except Fritz.
The place where we had come was about one kilometer away from all those dead trees and bushes.
We stopped after walking fifteen minutes. I saw buildings emerging in front of us as we walked. Now,
there was clear view of all those buildings; they were buildings in a row all together, of different sizes.
There wasn't an order in the sizes. Some were really tall others were small. The smallest one was at the
left corner of about twenty feet. Behind all those, was a big road. I could see cool cars being drove from
the space between each building.
We stood in front of a building that was actually a flat. It was about forty feet tall. It was in the center of all
the other buildings. It was really big and extremely beautiful. It was rectangular and circular. One floor
would have a rectangular shaped balcony and the other one above that would have a circular shaped
balcony. So, the whole shape of the building was hard to make. If someone looked at it from the left side
it would look circular like the Tower of Pisa. But if one looked at it from the right side it would look a
perfectly normal rectangular in shape. But as for me, as I was looking at it from front, it was rectangular
and circular. It was kind of a mystery how it had been constructed. Since I asked Fritz about its
construction, he had no clue, other than that, he had no interest in knowing. The whole thing was white in
color, but it had different shades of light colors like pink, blue and purple. Trust me, it did not look girly at
all, it looked pretty cool. Each floor had two big windows, which were blue and shiny. The boundary
around windows and the balcony was brownish-copper in color. It looked to good to be real. The rest of
the other buildings were not much attractive, they were just plain white and old. This was the only
building that caught my attention.
"This is it." Fritz said. I was astonished. I couldn't believe that this guy lives here.
"Wow! you mean- uh, you live here?"
"As a matter of fact, I do live here Marc. Third floor." He pointed at the third floor.