- " Oh no, cam'on mum please, don't cry! I understand that Jordan is different, a little shy, but he's a great guy; why did you get like that? Why mum, WHY?!"
And it just happened again, as usual like every time I mentioned Jordan mum became pathetically hysterical, in fact I remembered clearly her horrified face the first time she met him. That day she became so pale that she could have been easily confused with a peace of paper and still today when I close my eyes I remember her voice shouting me: -"I thought you have improved Collin, how can you think he…" and then she fainted.
Since that horrible day mummy wasn't the same, she started to talk to me like if I was a jerk and the weekly visits to the school, where I was pupil, that she used to do became, unfortunately, just a memory.
By a short time I thought to resign to Jordan's friendship, but I couldn't because I was a happy person with him, like ever, and at any rate I not even know why everyone hated him.
I had never had a so lovely friend, actually, I had never had a real friend until the day he appeared in the middle of the night sleeping on the floor beside my bed; still that day I started to feel happy like ever in life. I didn't have a friend before Jordan because although the other guys at school were really nice they were a little strange. However on that school everything looked like odd from the white walls, the long breaks, the teachers with that rare white overall and the excessive quantity of nurses; but mum like that school and I had already got used to that college and to the people that lived in there like the crazy George that thought that we were on the sea travelling on a boat and almost every day he stood up on a chair shouting thing like –"everyone to the starboard! " or –"weigh anchors!" he was a really funny guy but not so much as Patrick was who make me laugh with his amusing stories about his insane uncle who was living in a hospital for crazy people but however he always though he was at home with friends.
But among all my friends I would have always chosen Jordan, my best friend in life, I remember to have loved him more than anything because everyone, like mummy, tried to separate him from me and they constantly ignored him but Jordan was a kind person and I liked him, of course like a friend I mean and we really got on well because he always make me laugh and because I don't know how but when we "play hide and seek" together with the others he never became found although he was hide near me.
One early morning a loud sound make me get up immediately, It was the fire alarm and although I knew I had to ran out as quickly as I could I delay so minutes on picking up the photograph where Jordan was hugging me the day I met him in the front door one year ago.
When I went out into a safety place I saw mummy dropping tears and shaking but I was worried about Jordan so I asked her if she had seen him but angrily she hit me on my cheeks so the photograph fell to floor; but when I bond down to pick it up Jordan wasn't in the photograph, I was alone hugging the air so now the new empty space (where Jordan's head should be) show a placard: "Psychiatric hospital for insane people" it was like if someone decided to kill me and buried me alive underneath the cement.