Something that happened a while ago, and getting to writing it now.
I looked up at Jim, who stood in front of me. The curly brown hair on his head was matted, and his brown eyes looked at me, concerned. He placed his hands on my shoulders. “What’s wrong, Sara?” He asked.
I quickly shook my head, the tears falling down. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I whispered. I tried to step back, but he had me in his grip. He pulled me closer, and stroked my blond hair, soothing me and trying to calm me down. Why didn’t he understand that I’d never be calm again?
The school hallway was empty. Ever so slowly, I leaned into him, his strong
arms, and sobbed quietly. The next few minutes were in silence.
Both Jim and I looked up. There was a small girl, maybe a freshman, standing in front of us. She had wild, bouncy brown hair, glasses and the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. She was clutching a folder, and I noticed all the paper that was in it.
“…what?” I asked, trying to keep a smile.
The girl stepped forward. “I…I don’t know what’s wrong.” She started. “But, no matter what…” the girl was trying to find the right words. “No matter what, no matter how things are bad…you can always make it through them. You don’t have to be sad forever…especially if you have someone by your side.” The girl, completely unknown to both me and Jim, nodded at Jim. The girl looked back down and shuffled her brown shoes.
She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. “This is for you” She said, letting go of the picture. “Feel better, okay?”
With that, the tiny girl ran off, down the hallway, and finally out of sight.
I looked at the picture in my hands. It was penciled out, a boy with spiked blond hair with a hat on. It looked as if he was taking a nap. I couldn’t help but smile. How would I tell my friends that a girl whom I didn’t even know gave me this? I laughed as Jim and I headed back to our classroom, his strong arm over my shoulder.
Sometimes, strangers can have more of an effect of you then your friends do.