My Best Friend - randomcookie (best motivational books of all time TXT) 📗

Preface:
“I have a secret, Margherita,” she said quietly, “and I have to keep that secret, you see.” She stared at me, trying to see if there was any fear in me, I assumed.
There is no reason to be afraid, I thought to myself. “ I-I don't understand.” I managed to choke out in a whisper. My voice trembled. I wanted to get out of there, but she was blocking the only escape route. “There are some things you will never, ever understand.” she stated with a wicked glint in her eyes. Her words were more chilling than the damp cement under my thin cotton socks.
She smiled. A cold, menacing smile. There were no signs of friendliness anywhere in her facial expression. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run, but my body wouldn't react. Even if I could, no one would hear me.
“NO!” I screamed as she lunged at my throat with her razor sharp, glistening teeth.


Chapter One

I looked at her. Rather, stared would be the appropriate word. The first time I saw her, I felt a sudden swell of sympathy wash over me. I didn't know why at first, but now I had a pretty good idea.
She sat in the only empty seat at the front of the classroom, pretending not to hear the ignorant laughs of her new classmates that was directed at. The teacher wasn't here yet, so it was still fairly loud. I was surprised, usually a teacher poked their head in here and told us to quiet down.
I didn't laugh with them, but I didn't exactly do anything to stop the cruel adolscent laughter, either. I was too shy. I didn't want to be an outcast, someone the popular kids started acting rash to just because I would be treating this innocent girl with kindness and respect.
I wasn't one of the cool kids, but I wasn't exactly 'uncool' either. I was cool enough to be respected and talked to.
She made me feel sad, this girl. Though her face was expressionless - and her emerald eyes seemed glued to the floor - I knew she was hurting. I knew I could stop her pain, if I just acted the least bit friendly toward her. But I couldn't and I knew that. I valued their attention and approval too much. I liked to be inside of the loop.
I really wanted to have her as a friend because she seemed nice. Even though I wouldn't know, take into consideration I didn't know her at all. The only thing I knew about her was her name. Rosalie Martella. That was the nicest name I had ever heard. The bell rang, pulling me from my deep thoughts. I went about my day as I normally would have, trying to think of her as little as possible.


Chapter Two

The taunting continued for weeks. Eventually it stopped, though, when she just ignored them. Hm, I thought I never knew that saying worked.
Maybe they just got tired of it. She was very beautiful, but they still made fun of every little flaw she had. Let me tell you, there were not many. I knew why they made fun of her. Because she was different. There was something about her, you could just tell.
I said hi to her a few times. She smiled and nodded. She even said hi back one time. She was very shy. She had only one friend. The girl's name was Maya Hillman. She was not very popular, and until Rosalie, no one ever talked to her at all.
Today I had decided to talk to Rosalie, finally, maybe even sit with her. Maya was probably going to be the only one sitting near her.
I impatiently waited until lunchtime. Just a few more minutes of math. I wasn't even listening to Mr. Halstrom, the teacher, so I didn't know if he assigned homework. I decided I'd call somewhere later and ask. When the bell rang, I shot out out of my seat and practically ran to the lunchroom. I knew people were staring at me, they probably thought I was crazy.
I waited in the lunch line, I had to buy lunch. I just got a slice of pizza. I scanned the cafeteria for her, and when I finally found her I walked over to the table. As I predicted earlier, Maya was sitting with her. There were a few other kids at the complete other side of the table, ignoring them completely. I walked right up to her. “Hi,” I said, “can I sit here?”
She looked uncertainly at the seat next to her, that I was pointing to, and then she looked at me. “Um, yeah I guess,” she said. Very shy, I decided.
“So,” I said, trying to politely make conversation, “what's up?” “Nothing.” Rosalie answered immidiately. I looked at Maya. She pursed her lips at me, and didn't answer. “Okay, then.” I said, trying to hold back all the insults I wanted to fling at her. I was usually very polite, but she was being rude to me, so I could be rude to her, right? I fought off the urge, smiling. “What class do you have next?” I asked, turning to Rosalie. The first time I'd seen her was in second period. The teacher didn't introduce her, her own request, but everyone seemed to know her name.
“Gym,” she said. I had gym, too. Had I really not noticed her? I realized it was beause I was never really paying attention to her. “Oh. Cool.” I said.
Then the bell rang, thank god. Time for gym. I think this was the best time of day to have gym. To burn off the calories from lunch. I was so lucky.

Publication Date: 09-18-2010

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book to my family and friends who have helped me a great deal and always encourage me to reach my goals.