To Be Different; Part One

To Be Different; Chapter 2

Chapter 2

July 7, 2010              

There was the day when she came to the neighborhood. The way she jumped out of the car like she did, happiness written all over her, something I never really had. As she walked up the driveway, her hand in her father's there was a smile on her face. I had never seen anyone, not even someone my age smile so much, as she did.

Then it was gone, her smile replaced with a frown and even from my open window, I could hear her crying. Crying for her toy, something they must have left before they packed up everything and came here. I used to wonder why she came, used to wonder why her parents brought her here and then as we grew up, I figured out why.

Cassie is my best friend, something I never really had before she came. You could call me a loner now, but I guess you can say I was shy. Really shy, I couldn't make friends and anyway I didn't exactly know how to. When Cassie came, she was everything to me.

She gave me a reason to play outside and hang around as we grew up. Cassie was like my owner and I was the puppy. I'd do anything for her, give her everything she needed. Maybe if she'd come with me, things wouldn't have happened. I blame myself for being this way, I knew perfectly well Cassie Rosen was in love with me and sometimes, I felt like I was in love with her too. But there was always something, something that was missing. Something I don't think I could give her and maybe that was my mistake.

I remember the first time I actually talked to her, I had just turn 7 and my parents had told me to visit the new family that lived next door. They didn't bother coming with me, which is sad in a way but it didn't exactly matter. It took all my confidence to go to that house and wait on the front door step. I remember wondering whether or not I should just run off but it was too late.

A woman, with auburn hair came to the door, her eyes like ice and made me go cold. Yes? She asked me and she waited patiently for me to respond. I remember stuttering but when I finally finished my sentence, which was, Ummm I live next door and I just wanted to meet you... She had called out the name Cassandra and the little girl came to her, a small blanket wrapped around her.

Yes mama? She asked and the woman explained to her that I was the boy next door and that she was to play with me. I remember the look on Cassie's face when she glanced at me with blue eyes that were dark and nothing like the ones that made me go cold.

She questioned me and now I think of it as our game of 20 questions. She asked me what my name was and I had told her. I remember her reaction to it too. What kind of name is Ari? Her mother shushed her but I smiled and told her I didn't know.

Her mom pushed us both out of the door and we sat on the front door step for hours asking each other questions, silly ones, weird ones, questions that only six and 7 year olds would ask each other. There was one question that still makes me smile and I don't think Cassie even remembers it.

It was one of the last questions she asked me before she had to go inside; Do you believe in magic Ari? And being a 7 year old boy, I had told her no. But now, after everything, I think there is such thing as magic but in real life, it isn't called that and right now I'm not exactly sure what it's called either.

I sit here writing this all and I'm not sure why. I guess it's a journal to keep my thoughts in because of what just happened a few days ago. But I guess I'm hoping that whoever finds this, hopefully it'll be Cassie, they'll understand why.

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Written by Christina aka BeautifulWriter224

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