Stay with Me
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Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
~Jean de Lan Fontaine
I was the new kid in the neighborhood. My family had just moved from the country to a bigger city, so I had to start over making friends. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that, even though I had moved many times before. It was just never easy introducing myself to total strangers with the hopes that they’d like me enough to become my friend.
So I was really lonely until the day that this boy named Brandon came up to me and asked if I wanted to play with him and his friends. After that, we were like best friends. He was a few years older than I was so he always treated me like a little sister. If he wasn’t at school, he was playing with me.
A few months passed and then a whole year went by. We were closer than ever, even though Brandon began making more friends at school and they would come over, too. Still, he let me play with him, even when they were around. Brandon never let anyone push me aroundor pick on me. He was always there for me.
When my mom would call me in for dinner, I would always beg her to let me play for a few more minutes. He would say, “No, go ahead. I’ll wait right here for you.” I would sometimes think that he would not be there waiting when I was done, but he was always still there.
A lot of times, Brandon would help me withmy homework and tell me more about what a certain subject was abut. Afterwards, we would ride bikes or skate around our neighborhood together. The most important thing that he ever taught me, though, was to be my own person. He always used to say, “Who cared what others think about you? You should only care about how you feel about yourself.” That saying got me through a lot of hard times.
One weekend, I had to go to my grandmother’s. A new kid, named Lance, had moved to our neighborhood a few weeks before, and he seemed cool. The day I left, Brandon said he was going over to Lance’s house to play video games. I said, “Okay, I’ll see ya Sunday afternoon.”
Well, things changed forever after that. Brandon spent the night over at Lance’s and they played video games and watched movies. That Saturday, they went into Lance’s parents’ room to playNintendo 64. Lance noticed that there was a little gun by his dad’s bed, so he picked it up to check it out. Just joking around, he pointed the gun at Brandon and pulled the trigger. He thought it wasn’t loaded. Well, he thought wrong.
I didn’t get back until late Sunday night. I came in to find everyone in my family crying. I was scared because I didn’t know what had happened. My mom took me into her room and said there had been an accident. From that moment on, I knew nothing would ever be the same. She finally told me that Lance had accidentally shot Brandon with a gun and that Brandon didn’t make it. My mom wouldn’t tell me where he had gotten shot but I had a good idea of it.
I started crying, and I ran to my room and hid my face in my pillow. I didn’t want to talk to or see anyone.
A few days later, we went to his funeral. I couldn’t help but cry. I went up to see him and I realized he was in a better place, because I knew that Brandon knew God, and that was comforting to me. All this happened about six years ago. I am now thirteen. Still, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about him. I cry whenever I pass by the cemetery. My best friend is gone, but the friendship that he showed me—the new kid in the neighborhood—will stay with me forever.
1. start over重新开始
2. push around v.把…差来遣去；摆布；使唤
3. pick on找…的岔子；故意刁难
4. trigger英 [ˈtrɪgə(r)] 美 [ˈtrɪɡɚ]
5. cemetery英 [ˈsemətri] 美 [ˈseməteri]