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"Colby! Wait!" Is how my morning always goes. He never wants for me at my door for some reason. Instead he always walks to the bus stop alone and says "You know I'll meet you here, you don't have to run after me" and then he'll give me that stupid grin I hate.

Three years. I've been friends with him for two years and he still drives me up the freaking wall. Ever since we met in science class in seventh grade he's been "mister bad boy" or in my eyes "Colby Brock who is sweet but gives off a bad boy emo vibe who won't fight no one".

But it's fine. However he wants to survive in school is fine with me. We are very different though. I'm a soccer player and I'm good at English and math and I've got that life where it's great but it has it's down's.

But Colby is all I care about. I don't like talking about my life nor myself because I care about other people's lives. Like Colby's.

The beginning of eighth grade was rough for him. He failed almost every class, his dad left him the year before, and his mom stopped paying attention to everyone. Colby was done and almost ran away.

Until I stopped him. Now he's living a so not happy life. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing or if I should of let him run off, but where would he be If I let him?

So everyday on the way to school I always look at him just making sure if he runs off that day and I don't stop him I'll at least remember him but deep down I know I shouldn't let him run off but it's Colby. You can't tell him to do anything.