Chapter 2 Jason Troy
My Best Friend, Jason Troy, which goes by Jay, has been my friend ever since grade 3. He's twenty percent Irish and the rest American. He's the same age as me, and in grade 8. He has brown and black mixed hair. His Dad had passed away when he was only five or six. He hasn't told me what his Dad had passed away from, but has told me, every time he holds or looks at his Dad's picture, he would get tears in his eyes and clouded flashbacks that they'd shared in the past. To cheer him up, I would tell him something funny that happened to me in the past, and it works, too. He would laugh and say, "Thanks." I would say, "Your welcome. But I still remember the time my Mom and Dad got separated. I cried and cried until you had told me something funny. I know that my parents got back together after two months of being separated; I was happy, but I still know what not having a Dad feels like."
One memory I remember, that Jay and I shared was in the forth grade. The day was Saturday, so we decided to camp out in a tent, in my backyard. Well, sort of in the woods. We had put blankets down on the bottom of the tent, so it'd be comfortable; not just the hard, cold ground. We had brought two flashlights, about eight water bottles, snacks, like: chips, cookies, apples, and bananas. We also had our baseball cards to just trade them to each other. Also, we jumped around while we ate the snacks. Later, we felt sick to our stomachs. "Ohhh! Jumping around when you're eating bananas, apples, and cookies isn't very smart." Groaned Jay. "Yeah, tell me about it." I agreed. We just lied there, groaning and moaning from all those snacks we ate. About fifteen sounds later, we heard sounds, and that made us get up, forgetting about our stomachs. "What was that?" We said, together. Then we saw something pass by the tent. My heart was pounding. We were very scared. Then I turned to Jay, "Uh, Jay, maybe it's just my Mom or Dad just checking on us." He shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe, but would they come to the tent first?" I didn't know what to expect. Is Jay right? To see if he was, I went to the flappable tent door and opened it. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Close that door, 'cause maybe that someone or something would come and try to get us!" Jay said, frightened. "Well, I'm going to see if it's my parents." I said as I picked up a flashlight and then went outside by the tent. I stood there shining the flashlight all around. I heard the sounds. Footsteps actually. My heart was beating rapidly and I was scared, but I didn't go back into the tent. I just kept standing there. I could hear Jay inside the tent saying to himself, "Oh, no, this can't be happening. This reminds me the time I was scared of a book called, 'The Pink Bunny', when I was younger. The book was about this pink bunny that always would steal lettuce out of a garden. I would cry and cry until my Mom or Dad would quit reading that book. I hated it. I was scared of it. I thought pink bunnies would just jump out on me when I go and pick lettuce out of our garden. I'm still scared of them. Oh, no, what if that bunny is out there, trying to scare us." I stood there laughing. I couldn't believe my best friend was scared of a bunny, and still is. Um, come to think of it, I was scared of the Boogie Man under my bed. When it's my bedtime, my parents said to go to bed. But I refused. I had told them why I didn't want to go to bed. "The Boogie Man is under my bed and if I go to sleep, he will come and get me." They'd said that he was not real and I will be safe. I still refused not go to bed. My Dad would pick me up and I would scream when he brought me to my room and into my bed. They'd put covers on me to tuck me in, but I would throw the covers off me. I would lie there crying, kicking my legs and fists into the air. Since my parents couldn't get me into my own bed, they let me sleep on the couch. I stopped crying and said, "Okay." Now, compare Jay's fear to my fear. Big difference. My fear, The Boogie Man is a lot more popular than the pink bunny. Who the heck has a fear of a pink bunny, besides Jay? Maybe nobody at all, I'll never know.
I heard the footsteps get louder and louder. I didn't see anyone. This was totally freaking me out! Ten seconds later, someone had scared me by coming up behind me and screaming, "Aaahhh!" I shined the flashlight to the person and it was... "Dad!" I yelled, frightened. He came over to me laughing and said, "Got ya!" Then Jay came out of the tent and said, "It's no pink bunny. It's just you, Mr. Gordon."
I think, what makes Jay such a great friend: he's loyal, a pal, a buddy, he experiences the ups and downs right along with me, just a cool friend to hang out with. Sometimes, we get in fights, but we make up and still be friends, always and forever.
My Best Friend, Jason Troy, which goes by Jay, has been my friend ever since grade 3. He's twenty percent Irish and the rest American. He's the same age as me, and in grade 8. He has brown and black mixed hair. His Dad had passed away when he was only five or six. He hasn't told me what his Dad had passed away from, but has told me, every time he holds or looks at his Dad's picture, he would get tears in his eyes and clouded flashbacks that they'd shared in the past. To cheer him up, I would tell him something funny that happened to me in the past, and it works, too. He would laugh and say, "Thanks." I would say, "Your welcome. But I still remember the time my Mom and Dad got separated. I cried and cried until you had told me something funny. I know that my parents got back together after two months of being separated; I was happy, but I still know what not having a Dad feels like."
One memory I remember, that Jay and I shared was in the forth grade. The day was Saturday, so we decided to camp out in a tent, in my backyard. Well, sort of in the woods. We had put blankets down on the bottom of the tent, so it'd be comfortable; not just the hard, cold ground. We had brought two flashlights, about eight water bottles, snacks, like: chips, cookies, apples, and bananas. We also had our baseball cards to just trade them to each other. Also, we jumped around while we ate the snacks. Later, we felt sick to our stomachs. "Ohhh! Jumping around when you're eating bananas, apples, and cookies isn't very smart." Groaned Jay. "Yeah, tell me about it." I agreed. We just lied there, groaning and moaning from all those snacks we ate. About fifteen sounds later, we heard sounds, and that made us get up, forgetting about our stomachs. "What was that?" We said, together. Then we saw something pass by the tent. My heart was pounding. We were very scared. Then I turned to Jay, "Uh, Jay, maybe it's just my Mom or Dad just checking on us." He shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe, but would they come to the tent first?" I didn't know what to expect. Is Jay right? To see if he was, I went to the flappable tent door and opened it. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Close that door, 'cause maybe that someone or something would come and try to get us!" Jay said, frightened. "Well, I'm going to see if it's my parents." I said as I picked up a flashlight and then went outside by the tent. I stood there shining the flashlight all around. I heard the sounds. Footsteps actually. My heart was beating rapidly and I was scared, but I didn't go back into the tent. I just kept standing there. I could hear Jay inside the tent saying to himself, "Oh, no, this can't be happening. This reminds me the time I was scared of a book called, 'The Pink Bunny', when I was younger. The book was about this pink bunny that always would steal lettuce out of a garden. I would cry and cry until my Mom or Dad would quit reading that book. I hated it. I was scared of it. I thought pink bunnies would just jump out on me when I go and pick lettuce out of our garden. I'm still scared of them. Oh, no, what if that bunny is out there, trying to scare us." I stood there laughing. I couldn't believe my best friend was scared of a bunny, and still is. Um, come to think of it, I was scared of the Boogie Man under my bed. When it's my bedtime, my parents said to go to bed. But I refused. I had told them why I didn't want to go to bed. "The Boogie Man is under my bed and if I go to sleep, he will come and get me." They'd said that he was not real and I will be safe. I still refused not go to bed. My Dad would pick me up and I would scream when he brought me to my room and into my bed. They'd put covers on me to tuck me in, but I would throw the covers off me. I would lie there crying, kicking my legs and fists into the air. Since my parents couldn't get me into my own bed, they let me sleep on the couch. I stopped crying and said, "Okay." Now, compare Jay's fear to my fear. Big difference. My fear, The Boogie Man is a lot more popular than the pink bunny. Who the heck has a fear of a pink bunny, besides Jay? Maybe nobody at all, I'll never know.
I heard the footsteps get louder and louder. I didn't see anyone. This was totally freaking me out! Ten seconds later, someone had scared me by coming up behind me and screaming, "Aaahhh!" I shined the flashlight to the person and it was... "Dad!" I yelled, frightened. He came over to me laughing and said, "Got ya!" Then Jay came out of the tent and said, "It's no pink bunny. It's just you, Mr. Gordon."
I think, what makes Jay such a great friend: he's loyal, a pal, a buddy, he experiences the ups and downs right along with me, just a cool friend to hang out with. Sometimes, we get in fights, but we make up and still be friends, always and forever.