No Day but Today; It started one day during class. He was consumed by memories of old times and so was she. A turn of events brought the two closer than they had been in years. Old friendships are reawakened, and new kind of relationship is formed. But, the one person that always wanted them together wasn't able to see what they were becoming.
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It all started in History class while Mr. Kyles was reading from the American History text book. History is one of my favourite subjects; it fascinates me with everything that had happened, everything seems so farfetched. But that day, I couldn't seem to wrap my mind around anything he was saying.
For some reason, all I could think of was when I was a little kid. I kept thinking of old times, the good times, when Sharpay Evans and I had been friends. Well, best friends actually. Until grade two came along.
As hard as I try, I cannot remember why we stopped. The only reason that I can think for why we're not friends now, is because she went to Drama camp that summer. She seemed different after that. Bossy and cold. It was strange. She didn't seem like the Sharpay I used to play with everyday.
For some insane reason, I doubt that's true. It doesn't seem logical that something as trivial as drama camp could tear us apart. We werebest friends. My grandma used to say we'd be together forever.
Maybe she was wrong. But, Gran was never wrong. Not ever.
When my dad forgot me at school that one time, I called Gran crying. I had told her that I thought dad didn't love me. She disagreed with me. Later, dad bought me McDonalds: a true sign of love at the tender age of five.
Even that one time when my pet toad ran away, she told me that he wasn't able to live with us. She declined my imaginary idea that he had hated the way I pulled at his feet. Although now, it was probably one of the reasons why it hopped down the road. I hadn't believed her then. It wasn't until Miss. Merry my grade four teacher told us that toads and frogs needed to live in swamps or ponds, it was their habitat. Gran was right again.
Those seem like silly things. Those two things aren't hardcore proof that Gran is right about everything. It doesn't matter to me though. She's my Gran and I love her.
Deep down, I do wish that my friendship with Sharpay hadn't ended. I miss her as a friend but also, I don't want Gran to be wrong. It'd ruin everything. I've trusted her from day one. She held me and fed me and taught me not to pull the dog's tail. I don't want her to be wrong.
There has to be a way to get my friendship with her back. Even though it was hurt. Mentally and physically – just look at those fingernails.
Little did I know, just as I was thinking this, something would happen. And that something would push the wheel that would take Sharpay and me on a whirlwind of emotions. For each other, and the person who never gave up hope about the two of us.
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Well
there it is. The first chapter to the edited and better – I hope –
version of Once Upon A Friendship. I have to go write a short story
for English. If I finish it early – which I doubt, but I'll hope
– I'll come back and write the first chapter. Wish me
luck.
Review and criticize. Show me your worse. Tell me how much
you hate me for starting over. I deserve it.
Ciao.
