Proud of You (Watty Awards 2012)

A/N: This is just something I wrote as a spur of the moment. Decided to post it on here. It's kind of short, but this is it. :) I hope I can write more things like these instead of ongoing stories because I always manage to break my laptop where it's saved :/. 
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xx, officialDM

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If you are wondering whether or not this is real, it is partly real. I changed the main character to a male because no one really reads anything on here if it isn't between a girl and guy. I also changed the time span. It was all originally from early toddler years to high school but I made the characters and events portrayed much more mature. 

Thanks again for reading! 

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         The first time I saw you, you were sitting at a lunch table reading the first book of the Harry Potter series alone. You were dressed in the school uniform, but it seemed as if the khaki slacks and navy polo was carelessly draped over your thin and gangly frame as you ceremoniously shifted your frameless glasses upon your nose. Your eyes, hidden behind those spectacles, were large and hazel resembling an innocent child’s, and it matched perfectly with the shade of your pin straight hair that fell onto your forehead.

            So I walked up to you, and sat in front of you, waiting a whole two minutes before you decided to notice my presence and look up.

            “Hi,” I said, offering you a small smile.

            The look you gave me discouraged me to ever talk to you again, but I learned to ignore it. Full of confusion, anger, sadness, and so many other emotions flashed across your face before you lifted your glasses up again with your forefinger.

            “Are you talking to me?”

            The breath I didn’t know I was holding was released in relief as I nodded. “There isn’t anyone else here, right?” I laughed and gestured my hands around me, to point out that there was no one else sitting at this table.

            You looked around, as if you was taking my words seriously and you shook your head. “No, I guess not. Have you read any of the Harry Potter books?”

            We were eleven then, tiny and barely old enough to think for ourselves, but I befriended you that day, much to your disdain, as you preferred to be alone.

            Our class wasn’t big; only thirty people in the sixth grade, but our peers were very judgmental.

            After a week of talking to you so you wouldn’t be alone, people started noticing and they decided to tell me.

            But I would just ignore them all, and still talk to you, because you proved yourself as an interesting and great person.

            Remember; we talked about everything in the mornings and during our lunch hour. We started off with Harry Potter (I now thank J.K Rowling immensely for that), but then it shifted to others books and movies. I knew you weren’t ready to talk about why you were so anti-social, and I understood that.

            But by a month later, people stopped picking on you. Naturally, I was curious as to why the abrupt changes occurred. So I asked you about it.

            “Because they feel sorry for me now.”

            “Huh?” was my intelligent response, and you just rolled your eyes at me. You’ve become so much more comfortable around me, and I couldn’t help but feel flattered.