The Story of Octavia Pierce

Artemis:
When I was little, I thought life was going to be a spectacular joyride where as you get older, life becomes more and more perfect. It didn't take me long to figure out that life was the exact opposite. Growing up, I only had one friend; and to this day, I still do: Octavia Pierce. Octavia and I met each other in first grade. According to my mother, the story was that I was screaming bloody murder on the way to school because I didn't want to go. When we arrived, she pulled me out of the car and dragged me across the street as I continued to scream at the top of my lungs, kicking and hitting her to try to get her to release the iron grip she had on my arm. The kids playing in front of the school made a path for us and laughed as my mother struggled to pull me to the door. When she finally managed to get me inside, a short, redhead girl with a face full of freckles came up to me and said hello. That was the start of a friendship I grew to think would last a lifetime. It only lasted for twelve years though. Most people would consider twelve years a long lasting friendship, but I don't. It should've lasted longer. It could've lasted longer. But I made a fatal mistake and now here I am, sitting alone in my room on a cold October night, crying out an endless amount of tears with no one to pour my feelings out to. This is the story of Octavia Pierce.

*Story written on May 26th, 2015 - Note: I literally wrote this all in one night (it was a last-minute English project), so please leave any comments if you think I should change something. Criticism always makes writing better!*