Friendship is Forever

I was just an average kid with an average life, or was I?  You see, I am from a pretty good family, I was taught to have morals.  My parents taught me to be kind, honest, and trustworthy.  That's why I don't understand what happened my sophomore year of high school.

The halls of my high school didn't have the same glow as they use to; they felt like a maze with no end.  I even over heard someone saying, "Oh look there's Austin, he thinks he's all high and mighty, he's just a waste of space!"  That came from my "supposed" best friend Christian.  He was the only one who basically made me who I am but, apparently that didn't mean much to him.  I just couldn't help but wonder, Why me?  Why was I chosen for this?

I walked into my first hour class, and everyone stared at me like I was an alien or something.  Normally, gossip and laughter filled the air, but today for some reason, it was different...

I wasn't really sad or even mad; I was more frustrated than anything.  I felt like no one really knew how I felt, and well, no one really cared.  Just if I could find one person that could be there for me when I needed someone to talk to.  Someone who knew how I felt.  I never did fin that person I was looking for.  But then again does anyone?  But, I fought something out in my search.  I learned that everyone has their own way of seeing people and some, are the kind that judge others before they even get to know them and who they are as a person.  I can remember the day my friend Christian finally apologized to me...

"Austin, I am really sorry for what I have done to you.  No one deserves to be treated the way I treated you no one!"  "Christian," I said, "You don't know how much you hurt me, you were the only one who made me who I was and when you did that to me one can say that I didn't really mean much to you, friendship wise."  "I never said that," he said, "I never said that I didn't care about your friendship.  I do...I really do!  It just took me awhile to realize that...I'm sorry." 

I never forgave him that day, I just needed time to think about what he had just said to me.  A week or two passed in which I didn't talk to him.  But I came to realize how much having him as my friend really did mean to me.  That night I called him...

"Christian, you know when you turned on me like that it left me wondering if you really knew me as a person.  But, now that I have had a chance to think about it, I have realized that no matter what road life takes you and I on, I will always be your friend.  You're friend till the end!"  We talked for awhile and he apologized to me for what he had done.  I guess that just goes to show you...

There are Golden Ships, There are Silver Ships, but the best ship, is FRIENDSHIP!