Friends

In life, you will learn who is really your friend.

Who is really there for you.

And for those who have flaws in their friendship with you; it shows true friendship if you decide to look past them and love them for who they are. 

Having a best friend is a life line for you. 

Chapter I, part IV / NaNoWriMo

And then, a man with floppy brown hair and a bow tie erupted from the bushes. He was wearing a brown pinstripe jacket, and what seemed like suspenders. He also wore brown dress pants and dress shoes. I would have mistaken him for an old man, except he was young. In his mid-twenties, perhaps? But…when I looked in his eyes, I saw something different. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but I could tell there was something alien about him.

            While I was staring at him, probably looking like an idiot, he was brushing off small twigs and leaves off his jacket. Then, he seemed to notice me and looked me over. He then spoke.

            “Hi there,” he said with a wide, toothy grin. His voice was filled with cheerfulness and excitement. “I’m the Doctor.”

And that's the fourth part of the first chapter of a story I've been working on. Yeah, I know, I've been posting up random parts of it without explaining why. Well, there's a couple reasons. 

Chapter I, part III

Lunch was alright. The food was better than prison food (not that I tried prison food), but only marginally. I sat with a group of people, half of which were my friends and the other half consisted of people I knew, but I never talked to. They didn’t talk to me either, so we both won. And then, after three more classes, my day was done. I was free of this place.

I walked out of the doors of the school, thinking about what I was going to do when I got home (either plop down on my couch and watch tv or surf the web on the computer), when I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. The angels from this morning were gone. I seriously doubted that somebody went and took them. Maybe they were a prank and the staff had taken then down. But if that happened, then the school would be buzzing about it. Now that I thought about it, nobody said a word about the angels, which to me was odd. Two new additions to the look of the school seemed like something to talk about, especially if it was a prank. With a sigh, I started towards home.

As I was walking from school to my house, I kept looking behind me. It felt like I was being followed; like somebody was watching me. I was still pretty spooked about the statues earlier. I only lived a few blocks away from the school and the neighborhood between the school and my house were middle-class, so I didn’t have to worry about getting mugged and I could get home pretty quickly. 

Suddenly, I heard a noise. Something was rustling in the bushes nearby. My heart was pounding. Questions and assumptions were rushing through my head. Was there somebody following me? Were those statues really were real and now were after me? Am I going to die? Why didn’t I listen to mother and take Mixed Martial Arts instead of basketball? I didn’t even play; I just sat on the sidelines, playing a game.