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Another Anonymous

  • theanomymousgirl
  • 6. jan. 2016
  • 3 min læsning

I want to tell you about this guy. I never had a crush on him, i never actually really liked him, and i never really hung out with him. So why would i even tell you about him? First, let me tell you a story:

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a boy went to a school, where he had friends, and where had han gone his entire life. This girl, on his age, went to the class next to him, but they never talked. The saw eachother everyday, so they eachother, eachothers name, the face of the person. In seventh grade, the classes on their year, got mixed up, and they ended up in the same class. The girl didn't ever appear in the class, she actually didn't really go to school. The sister didn't talk about her. The boy lived his life, until it was after new years, and some of the boys bought fireworks to the school. The loud noises, the fact they didn't care about the noises, but he did, made the boy fall down into a hole, and he stopped going to school. So he came into this other classroom, with no one except him. He realises, the girl also sits a place like this. A small room, with a table, chairs, a computer, and a bookcase. And on the wall, a picture of the kids holding hand. The girl always hated that picture. Of course, the school didn't have money to have two students, in the same class, not being able to go to school. So they put together, forming a kind of little class, and at first, it was fine. They talked, and did their homework, and sometimes the girl's friends from the class, came to visit, and they wanted to go outside, and the girl wanted to, but he didn't. So they stayed in. They talked, played games, and it was fun. Then he stopped coming to school, and the girl had found a new place, a new school, where she belonged. He didn't even say goodbye. He just sent a text to the teacher saying "wish her good luck". The girl cared for the boy, because she had has a relaly tough time, and she knew what he went through. She couldn't do anything. So she stopped thinking about him. Then a year later, the girl's mother gets a phone call fro mthe old teacher, telling about the fact, that the boy had gotten the same diagnose as the girl. The mother told the girl, and suddenly the girl thought of him again. She was so long away from that place, a whole a place, it felt like it had been years, lots of them, since she talked to the boy. She still thinks of him. But she knew, she wasn't his friend. Even though she knows why he didn't say goodbye, even thoguh she's okay with it. It doesn't mean anything, she knows a friend would have said goodbye. And she wanted to be his friend, but maybe he needed to become his own first. So she didn't text him. And well, she couldn't tell him, that the teacher had told her mother, which would feel, like everyone knew it. So she went on with her life, but she didn't stop thinking of him.

What the boy is doing now, how he feels, the girl doesn't know. She doesn't go to the school, he doesn't go to the class, her sister goes to. He's invisible. Maybe, one day he dissappears from the world. Maybe he'll be so invisible from hiding, he'll dissappear forever.

I never got to say goodbye. And now i know, that he feels the way i do. I've secretly known him in ten years, and still, i know nothing. I wish he was happy, i hope he is. But it's not in my hands.

Love,

me.


 
 
 

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