What If?
What if? It's a question that is asked too often. Sometimes it is asked out of curious. Sometimes it is asked because of a regrettable event. Sometimes when you ask it, like me, you would lose someone dear to you, in order to be with another dear someone. I ask myself "What if I had gone to the same high school as my dear friend?"
I always come to the same conclusion, but it never ceases to interest. The result of course would be that I wouldn't have the same experiences as I did at my high school that I graduated from. I certainly wouldn't have met one special person that seemed to see right through my insane humor. Not only that, she brought me back to Earth.
I guess I should introduce myself to you. My name is Peter. I'm 18 years old. I'm currently in college with many regrets. I say regrets because I know that the high school I went to and graduated from hurt someone very dear to me. Sure, we remained close friends in the beginning. But as our classes got more demanding, we saw each other less and less.
At the beginning of my senior year in high school I reflected on my decision to attend my high school. Three years thrown away, wasted, because of a want to get revenge on people. Let me tell you from experience, just let it go. Otherwise, you'll end up in a bigger mess than the original one.
My first semester of senior year passes with some crazy events. Events a person won't remember in ten years. For example, who danced with the most people? Or a person got drunk and passed out at a friend's house. Things like that.
My second semester started the same as the first, slow. I thought that my high school years would have been four years wasted. The first month back was chilly and uneventful. Then one of my friends introduced me to one of her friends, Vivian. Our introductions were said while we bounced a rubber-band ball back and forth, before one of the librarians asked us to stop. I know, I know, "She's just another friend." That wasn't my first impression. Words like fun, insane, cunning…came to mind when we met.
Being a senior has its benefits. I had both lunch periods off. So I would meet Vivian right outside the library and spend time with her. You remember the descriptive word, insane, that I mentioned before? Well, as Insanity would have Vivian began to tell me her life story. I was stunned, seeing as an average person wouldn't be telling a new friend her life story so soon.
But again, Vivian was no average girl. Understandably she stunned as well, because from what I remember, she kept on saying after each story, "Why am I telling you this?" I had no answer.
Naturally after she had told me her story, she began inquiring about mine. It was an eye for an eye deal. Granted, I told her what I could. When I discussed my travels, she always said the same thing. The saying became our saying. Or rather her saying, whenever I had done or did something that she had hoped to do.
My high school career ended on a very positive note. And now you see the dilemma. If I had gone to the same school as my dear friend, I wouldn't have met my insane friend Vivian. But because I went to a different school I grew fairly distant from a friend I known all her life.
What if…?