New Friendship
I am not a normal nine year old girl. My name is Samantha Star. I don't have any friends. People think I'm weird, but I don't care, I don't talk much anyway. I talk to myself and the voices in my head. I've been like this from since I can remember. The voices are all I need. My family hates me just as much as I hate them. My father's an alcoholic that abuses me, physically and verbally. All my older sister does is make fun of me, sleep with her boyfriend, and dress like a slut. The only family member is 'nice' is my mother. I guess she's nice to me, but I think it's only because she's scared of me. Not like I care who's afraid of me.
School was over and I was walking home seeing as my stupid sister 'forgot' to pick me up. All of the kids that hated teased and threw things at me. I ignored them until one kid pushed me to the ground. I tried to get up but he pushed me down again, and put his foot on my back to keep me down.
I kept my head down, trying to keep my anger from rising, which wasn't really working. I knew who had pushed me down. His name was Josh Reynolds. He was about twelve or thirteen. He was a boy who thought he was the shit. He thought he could beat anyone up and not get in trouble, because he comes from a rich family.
He was about to kick me in the side when someone yelled at him.
"Leave her alone!" I looked over to see who it was that had screamed that. It was Michael Myers. He lived two houses down from me and was in my class. I never really talked to him though. Never really had a reason to. I looked him over. He had shoulder length blonde hair, and dark brown/black eyes and clear skin. Very different than my waist length red hair, green eyes, and freckles. But we did share the lifeless look in our eyes. Josh scoffed. I had forgotten that he was here.
"Oh look, Myers is talking. Is this your girlfriend?" I looked at Michael. He looked back at me.
"Yeah, she is. Now leave her alone!" I looked down and blushed. Josh grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. He put his lips close to my face.
"Oh well, she's a pretty little thing, isn't she?" With that he licked my cheek from my chin to my earlobe which he nibbled on. I yelped. I did NOT expect that. He chuckled. I looked down and tried to wiggle out from under him.
"I like a fighter. A good quality in be-" He never got to finish the sentence. When I looked up again, Josh was sprawled out on the floor, with blood coming out of his nose, which was now probably broken, seeing as it was positioned at a weird angle. Michael was standing over him looking at him.
"I. Said. Leave. Her. Alone!" I was about to laugh at the scared look on Josh's face. He scrambled off the floor and probably ran home to cry to his parents. Whatever. I looked at Michael, to see that he was looking at me. After staring at each other for a short moment, I broke the silence.
"Um… thanks for that Michael." He blinked.
"Um… no problem. I couldn't just leave you here, who knew what that creep would do. And I was also hoping that we could be friends…" He had a hopeful look in his eyes. I slightly smiled.
"I would love to be friends. You're my first!" After I said that, he too smiled a bit.
That was the beginning of our friendship.
