I am simply and outcast who observes different people. There is one person in particular who I've noticed changed quite a bit since the last time I saw him. His name is Edmund, he'd always been rude and ungrateful. I remember the time he was being bullied by one of the bigger guys just for the fun of it. I remember shouting "No! Leave him alone he did nothing to you." They all just laughed and said "Look who has a little girlfriend" and "Awee when's the wedding Ed." Edmund glared at me and nearly lost it. "I don't help from a retarded pig like you!" That hurt, really it did. I ran home and cried a lot that night, oddly enough I still wanted to help him. Then the next day at school I said hi to him and he completely ignored me. So I waited for him to come to me if he wanted help, if he wanted to talk I'd listen. So day after day I saw him get beat up and teased. I think they only teased him so much was because as far as he knew, he still had a dad. I'd lost mine a few years ago, I don't like to talk about it much. Finally the summer break came and we were free, for two months at least. That had to be the worst summer in history for us, we were bombed almost every night, except for those who were sent away to the country. When we finally came back from break I saw Edmund in the hallway. He looked so much different, I can't exactly explain what was different but he looked more noble. Yes that's the word, he looked like he's been a great king or a great knight of some sort, and the real weird thing was he acted like that too. He helped a boy who had been tripped and dropped all his books to get back on his feet. Smiled at a younger girl, and helped our old science teacher carry the demonstration project to the classroom. I thought I was dreaming but it turned out I wasn't. I still hadn't talked to him, I didn't for a while. That was in 5th grade. A few years later the war ended and bless our soldiers we won!

Then that day came when he talked to me. We were in 10th grade and I was struggling with my project going up the stairs and he kindly gave me a hand. He apologized too, I was so surprised he remembered that! I remember he said, " I understand if you don't forgive me, but please know this that was the worst year of my life, I don't know why I acted like I did. Maybe I just was so immature that I didn't realize that you really did help me, Thank you for that." I forgave him. He still didn't confide in me, and I understand why, he has a brother he talked to about all sorts of things. Well I am 23 now and soon to be married with the love of my life. Edmund has been dead for about 6 years now. He died in that train crash that killed about 50 people. Every once in a while I think about him and what he opened my eyes to see that people can change if you give them a chance.