Once upon a time there was a seven year old boy.
He went to school just like every other kid and played during recess.
He traded his food at lunch and enjoyed life in the second grade. One
day when his mom picked him up from school she had tears in her eyes.
When he asked her what was wrong she told him that daddy was going away
to live with someone else. When they arrived to the house the little
boy immediately ran into the house to investigate, but what his mom had
told him was true. His dad was packing up and he was leaving them.
Completely devastated, his mom packed as well and she took her two
little boys on a road trip across America to the east coast. She had
family there so she would have their support to back her up.
But the little boy did not know what to do.
Who
was he going to trade lunches with? Who was going to pick him to be on
his team for soccer? Who was going to sit in the swing next to him and
race to get the highest and then jump off? He went to this new school
not knowing what to do. He had his own locker now. For what? He did not
know. He stood in front of the class and the teacher introduced him to
everybody. And everybody liked him because he was the new kid. The
first few weeks were rough on him because they were already writing
cursive and he still did not understand how to write. Was it right to
left? Or left to right? Or did it matter? When art class came they were
already studying converging lines and all of this was new to the child.
He was lost.
One day he woke up and saw the ground outside was
covered in white. He new it was snow but being from orange county he
didn't see it to often. When he got to the bus stop all the kids were
playing in the snow while they waited for the bus. He however stood on
the sidelines and watched. Everybody asked him to join in and play but
to him it just didn't feel right. And he didn't know why. Slowly the
kids lost interest in the new kid. When they got to school the bell
rang and soon after there was an alarm. The child thought it was an
earth quake drill so he got under his desk like he was taught.
Everybody looked at him funny. "its just a fire drill" one child said.
They all went outside and finished the drill. Afterwards on the
playground he decided to get in line to play soccer with the kids. One
after one the kids were picked to play until he was left by himself.
"you can have him" one team captain said to the other. And the child
went to that team and played.
Nobody passed him the ball
because they didn't think he was good so he ended up leaving the game
and going on the swing. He sat down and let the swing go back and forth
on its own. while he put his hands on his knees. A child came up and
started counting to thirty. After which he had to forfeit his swing
over to him.
Months went by like this and the snow slowly
melted away. Saint Patrick's day arrived and little girls picked
flowers and made necklaces out of them. After recess was over they went
back to class. They walked single filed as always through the long
hallways lined with lockers similar to what you see on TV. A little
girl walked slowly behind him with something in her hand.
She
tapped him on his shoulder and said his name. The child turned around
and looked at her and she said "look what I found in the field today"
she opened her hand and a four leaf clover was in her hand. He was
amazed because something like that only existed in the fairy tales his
teacher read them during reading tine. She said she was going to make a
wish since you are granted one after its discovery. She held it in her
hand and asked him if he had ever had a girl friend. He told her no. He
told her that that was gross. And at the age it was. She looked at him
and squeezed the four leaf clover hard in her hand.
"I wish that you never have a girl friend." she said to him "I hate you" then she walked to class. That was thirteen years ago.
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