My Ideal Friend

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MY IDEAL FRIEND

I was walking home from school. I was carrying my books and tonnes of homework home. I walked with a heavy stride with my head hanging down, unaware of the chatter and socialising going on around me. Spirits were low and I took my usual route home which usually takes me about 20 minutes.

“What next? I have no idea what to do,” I told myself.

Abruptly, I knocked into something and all my books and papers fell to the sidewalk. I lost my footing and went down on my knees together with the rest of my worthless papers which I planned to discard at home. I looked up. I didn’t knock into something; I knocked someone. He was tall, smartly dressed in his uniform and looked at me with the most charming smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said with an almost assuring manner. “I didn’t see you. I was looking the other way,”

“It’s not your fault. I wasn’t looking at where I was going either.” I told him with my usual soft stuttering manner.

“Here, let me help you with this. You’re new here right? I saw your mother and you unloading the car just 1 week ago. I live not too far from here, I can walk you home too if you don’t mind.” He said.

“Huh? Erm... I... I think...” I tried to say something before he interrupted.

“Don’t worry. I insist. Come on; let’s pick these things up first.” He helped me pick up all the things, carried more than half of the weight I was bearing and started strolling happily alongside till we reached home. Frank was his name and I couldn’t help but be pulled into his beaming sense of optimism in life and his brilliant sense of humour.

Before you knew it, Frank and I started hanging out 24 hours a day. Wherever he went, he made sure I was there and since I was new around that area, he helped me a lot in getting to know new people. Believe it or not, socializing was not my forte and 13 year old teenagers in secondary school can be awfully mean to new faces. I had my fair share of hazing and ragging but Frank who was...
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