Post by lucy stewart on Oct 4, 2011 20:01:50 GMT
Write about a relationship that has changed
When I am walking around school or if I am out shopping, I can’t help but be so envious of all the best friends I see walking arm in arm. Always knowing there is someone to lean on that will be there when you need them, I miss that.
My next door neighbor Kris and I have been the best of friends for as long as I can remember, since we were running around the streets in nappies. From the first day he moved into the house next to ours, I knew we would be really good friends as we are both so scarily similar; open minded, quite stubborn and we both enjoy a good practical joke. We like the same films and like doing the same things, like partners in crime. Never before had we fallen out or even had a cross word but then, slowly, I noticed things were beginning to change.
Around June time, Kris and I started to drift apart. We didn’t see each other much anymore because we had different groups or friends. We still said the odd ‘hello’ or gave one another a friendly smile or wave, but never went out together, hung around together or had one of our hours-long conversations like we usually did every day. It got progressively worse as the Summer holidays came around because due to the dates and times of our holidays abroad, altogether it was a whole month before we would see each other again.
On the day Kris and his family were meant to be home, me and my sister Ellie sat waiting in our back garden for the red sports car to pull up in the driveway, and when we both heard the wheels skidding off the pavement we both jumped to our feet and ran to the drive. The first newly tanned head to pop out the car was the bald, shiny head of Kris’ dad Ian, followed by his younger brother Stuart, then his mum Sue, and last Kris himself. The Kris who I knew to be playful and full of life had returned dull and depressed looking. Every time anyone breathed a word to him, the reply would be a harsh snap or even just total silence, I knew something wasn’t right.
When Kris was home the shows for the ‘Ferry Fair’ were beginning to arrive and that is the one event of the year which Kris, his brother Stuart, my sister Ellie and me got particularly excited for. This year was different; I skipped down the path to Kris’ front door absolutely hyper to go down to the shows, but was greeted by what seemed to be a total stranger, Kris. Down in the dumps, lost the usual sparkle in his eyes, not even a tad excited for the biggest event of the year. The Kris I knew wasn’t even slightly there anymore. My heart sank; I knew then, that things would never be the same again. That day at ferry fair I met up with a big group of friends and tried my very best to have the time of my life, but without my best friend there, it was impossible. Nothing was the same anymore. Everything I did, I would always find a way to do it with Kris; the jokes I made up or laughed about (no matter how awful they really were), the days out, even just the tiny things like walking to the shop for a bottle of juice, and we would always do it together. ‘Joint at the hip’ as they say, is exactly what Kris and I were.
When the school term came back around, we had stopped talking completely. Not even the old odd ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’, not one word. People do tend to ask what happened to break us apart so suddenly but truthfully, nothing so dramatic happened to make us drift apart, we just started to go our separate ways. He will always be my best friend and never does one day go by that I don’t miss him. Who knows? One day we might start talking again, but for now we will just leave it as it is and stay apart.
When I am walking around school or if I am out shopping, I can’t help but be so envious of all the best friends I see walking arm in arm. Always knowing there is someone to lean on that will be there when you need them, I miss that.
My next door neighbor Kris and I have been the best of friends for as long as I can remember, since we were running around the streets in nappies. From the first day he moved into the house next to ours, I knew we would be really good friends as we are both so scarily similar; open minded, quite stubborn and we both enjoy a good practical joke. We like the same films and like doing the same things, like partners in crime. Never before had we fallen out or even had a cross word but then, slowly, I noticed things were beginning to change.
Around June time, Kris and I started to drift apart. We didn’t see each other much anymore because we had different groups or friends. We still said the odd ‘hello’ or gave one another a friendly smile or wave, but never went out together, hung around together or had one of our hours-long conversations like we usually did every day. It got progressively worse as the Summer holidays came around because due to the dates and times of our holidays abroad, altogether it was a whole month before we would see each other again.
On the day Kris and his family were meant to be home, me and my sister Ellie sat waiting in our back garden for the red sports car to pull up in the driveway, and when we both heard the wheels skidding off the pavement we both jumped to our feet and ran to the drive. The first newly tanned head to pop out the car was the bald, shiny head of Kris’ dad Ian, followed by his younger brother Stuart, then his mum Sue, and last Kris himself. The Kris who I knew to be playful and full of life had returned dull and depressed looking. Every time anyone breathed a word to him, the reply would be a harsh snap or even just total silence, I knew something wasn’t right.
When Kris was home the shows for the ‘Ferry Fair’ were beginning to arrive and that is the one event of the year which Kris, his brother Stuart, my sister Ellie and me got particularly excited for. This year was different; I skipped down the path to Kris’ front door absolutely hyper to go down to the shows, but was greeted by what seemed to be a total stranger, Kris. Down in the dumps, lost the usual sparkle in his eyes, not even a tad excited for the biggest event of the year. The Kris I knew wasn’t even slightly there anymore. My heart sank; I knew then, that things would never be the same again. That day at ferry fair I met up with a big group of friends and tried my very best to have the time of my life, but without my best friend there, it was impossible. Nothing was the same anymore. Everything I did, I would always find a way to do it with Kris; the jokes I made up or laughed about (no matter how awful they really were), the days out, even just the tiny things like walking to the shop for a bottle of juice, and we would always do it together. ‘Joint at the hip’ as they say, is exactly what Kris and I were.
When the school term came back around, we had stopped talking completely. Not even the old odd ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’, not one word. People do tend to ask what happened to break us apart so suddenly but truthfully, nothing so dramatic happened to make us drift apart, we just started to go our separate ways. He will always be my best friend and never does one day go by that I don’t miss him. Who knows? One day we might start talking again, but for now we will just leave it as it is and stay apart.