Addicted To My Bad Boy

 Mark Walker  I was running behind my ball playing with it in the park. I love to come here everyday, at evening  with my mom or dad. While my dad was busy on his phone, I was busy playing with myself. My friend was late, so waiting for her I chose to play. Yeah, my friend was a girl, she was very beautiful. She’s the only friend I have, who never laughs upon me. Infact, she always used to get involved in the fights for me, to save me from the bullies in the park or anywhere. We used to study in the same school too, so we were always stuck to each other. Nobody was able to separate us and she always used to say, “You are my best friend and you will always be. No one can take you away from me. And, when we will grow up I ask my parents to organize a wedding for us both. Then, we both will always be together, okay? Nothing will separate us.” Her cute voice with the possessiveness in it, remembering it only brings a smile on my face. I used to be a fat, chubby child due to a disease and others used make fun of me always. But, she always used to be my savior, saving me from getting bullied. She always stood up between those bullies and me, warning them, “He is not fat, he is just chubby and that’s how he is. A good and helpful boy. Not like you all, who just makes fun of others. Now just get lost or I would complain to principle about you all.” Remembering these memories, I always wish that if in high school also we could be together. But, the distance between us has increased very much that I don’t even know if she remembers me or not. She must also have changed so much. I wish if I was capable of stopping my dad from leaving the country. After my biological mom’s death, dad was so much sad and depressed that he decided to leave the country. For mine and the business sake. He wanted to always be present for me, but being depressed would not help. So, here we are now, far away from my Kelly, at New York. Yes, her name is Kelly Morris, beautiful, a bright-headed and bubbly girl just like her name. Her happy vibe was so contagious that anyone near her would automatically have a smile on their face. Don’t know how she must be, must have completely changed or just like the one I know, confident, bubbly, brave and bright.  I miss her so much, therefore,  I have even tried to get her number through aunt Hazel but no use. Dad had also lost his contact with her parents after coming here, so still working on it. We were so young at the time due to which we haven’t even exchanged our number. Don’t know when I will be able to see her again, and will she recognize me at that moment? Does she also think about me, like I do or has she forgotten me already? I don’t think so. But, what if someone else would have came into her life and took my place. Will she still remember me? Next month, dad and I are going to go back to our old house and I hope she still stays at the same place only. Even during the last vacation, we were going to go back there but dad got some works in the company suddenly due to which the whole plan had to be cancelled. I just am hoping that, this time nothing like that happens. I always looks at the picture of hers and mine which our mom’s had captured at the of school fancy dress competition. We both got ready as a prince and princess, as per the theme. This is only photo which I have of ours. My mom got it framed for me when I had asked her, so that I could have kept it in my room. So, at the time of departuring from our old house, I had packed it with my other things. And, I am really proud of myself for doing it. Atleast this way, I am able to see her. My friend from my new school, always gets jealous of her. He always says, “Who is this girl? I hate her, you always just keeps talking about her. I just don’t like it.” He is a possessive boy, so  he always gets jealous whenever I speak about her. But, he knows how much I miss her. He even sometimes teases me saying, “You talk about her so much, are you in love with her? Just marry her when we will become adults, she will always be with you that way.” Yeah, I know that these are not kids things to talk, but he always acts like a big man. Cannot help it, he is like that only always talking like adult people. But, if like he says and Kelly too used to say this, I will marry her for sure when we both will get of that age.  I just love my best friend and will do anything to her with me. I am very excited for the vacations to come so that I will be able to meet her. I will even ask dad, to bring her with us and admit her in the same school with mine. That way we both will stay together always. To be continue....... Hey guys, here is my first book. Did you all liked the prologue? Do comment and share how it is. It is also my first story in teen fiction genre. Also, don’t judge the errors, I will be editing that soon.                                                               THANK YOU.