The True Meaning of Friendship

Cold Heart

Sorrel-Mintha-Rosemary. What a strange name. I thought about my name as I walked along the street. Great, more starring idiots. I knew everyone was avoiding me. Theses streets were usually busy, the market overflowing into the street. From the corner of my eyes I can see everyone packed onto the sidewalks, everyone trying to get away from me. I didn't know why they avoided me, they just did. Even travelers who were new to the town avoided me. They're murmuring, murmuring about me.

In the past I would try to fight back tears by this point, but I no longer cry now. I'm fine with it. Actually, I kinda enjoy it now. One time I made Finn, the bravest and strongest man in the town, run screaming with fear by walking by him when he didn't notice. It was so funny, I fell on the ground laughing. That was 6 years ago, when I was 8. Why am I not allowed to get a Pokemon? Why can't I go somewhere besides this stupid old town? I hate this place! My thoughts like daggers as I walked away from the terrified crowds.

I had no real home to go to. No family. Nothing. I found my makeshift house, made completely from tires and other assortment of trash and rubbish, at the end of an alley way next to the orphanage. No one dares to take it down, since I live there. I saw a note on the side of my house. It pulled it off and read it aloud. "Cold heart!" I recognized the handwriting. I grabbed a rock next to my foot, the rock smooth and blunt. Scanning the windows above me, I spotted my target. I discharged the rock towards his window, which resonated with a satisfying fracture as glass fragments plunged from the broken window. This melody was harmonized by the boys' screams from my action. I fell over laughing and kicking because of the boys.

One of the boys, the one that wasn't my target, came to the window and scowled down at me. He said something, but I was laughing too hard to heard. He threw a paper airplane to me, almost poking me in the eye. Glaring at him for a moment, I turned to read the note. "You should just leave the town, you idiotic jerk! No one cares about you. You poison the air and torment us with your sight. If you left, everyone would be happier. Even you." I stopped half way through. I was shocked how the note had started out hateful, but ended up kind.

I looked up at him. Sorrow clung to his eyes as he looked at me. Is he... Crying? I thought. I couldn't deal with all of this sappy stuff. I got up and went over to my house. I glanced back at him before I walked into my house, I just had to. He was still watching me. I could tell that he was definitely crying now. I crushed the first note under my foot when I got inside. I wasn't satisfied by that. I took it and tore it into pieces. I was about to destroy thee second note too, when one of the lines popped into my head and heart. 'Even you.' I looked at the note. I stuffed it in my pocket.

"Man," I stated as I sat on the ground, "I wish there was some place where I wouldn't be hated." Just as I said that, I caught sight of a pink Pokemon tail in the doorway. "It couldn't be." I whispered. I gasped as the small Pokemon stuck its head into my house.

My eyes locked with the blue eyes of the cute little Pokemon. "Hello there." It said to me.