Loveland

my first friend 1

In an ordinary house in the city (S), I lived my life with my family.

It wasn't a happy life at all, but it wasn't miserable.

It was the life I wanted.

Although we were not that rich, we were happy. Those little things that people don't appreciate, like the greetings and the meal we eat every day together and the happy times we spend, were a precious treasure to me...they were like gold, precious and beautiful.

Unlike in my past life, my mother was a lawyer and my father was a doctor who met because of "an accident" when one of my father's patients lost his life.

My mother was his lawyer at the time and the only person who trusted him and who proved his innocence...

After proving his innocence, their relationship did not break, as they continued to encourage and support each other because they both fell in love with each other, my father admired her intelligence and wit, while my mother loved his sense of humor, his childlike personality and his efforts to save ,then their relationship developed over time until they got married and had me...

When thinking about their love story, I ask myself if one day I will have someone who will truly love me and if we will be like my parents, but soon I return to reality and remember my family who loves me, then I realize that there is no love that could exceed my love for them, and there will be no young man who can keep me away from them...

These thoughts were the result of all the hardships I went through and because of them I have no friends, to be honest, I have no interest in people claiming to be my friends in front of me and then stabbing me in the back.

This is the first reason, but the second reason is that I want to live a quiet life.

Things like studying, friends and love do not interest me, but if I am going to disturb my family with these behaviors, then I am ready to sacrifice my quiet life for their satisfaction...

"My poor little girl can't make friends", " It's our fault she's lonely", " What do we do?"

These sentences I have heard thousands of times from my parents that I am tired of it.

"Kids are annoying, but wait, I'll definitely get a friend," I said it confidently.

I was sure of success at that time, but I did not expect to fail like this.

Already ten years have passed and I am now fifteen years old and I do not have any friend.

Although I tried my best to do so, I failed.

It's hard to make friends with kids if you have an adult mind and I'm the type to get angry so I end up hitting them.

I despaired of making friends, so I will support myself with some food.

Seriously, who cares about friendship if you have food which is food for the body and soul, on the other hand friends are a headache.

I walked all the way to buy "Tunisian Zogogo porridge "while singing and dancing since it is my favorite dessert.

Everyone who saw me thought I was crazy, but I don't care as long as I eat the porridge .

I bought it while I was about to fly with joy as if today was my birthday.

I was dancing happily when I happened to see a girl about to commit suicide...She was a girl with orange-brown hair and eyes... This girl reminds me of autumn, but why would such a beautiful girl want to commit suicide?

"Today's children don't value their life...If you don't value yourself, no one else will... She will regret wasting her life so recklessly "٫This is what I was thinking at the time and I continued walking without looking at her.

All I want is a quiet and normal life. I am not interested in who will die or who will not die. This is what I thought, but why can't I continue my path...I wanted to live for myself...

I wanted to live the life that I could not live in my previous life.

That girl reminds me of my students, and unfortunately my dignity as a teacher did not allow me to go and leave her behind, so I rushed to her.

The girl was standing in front of the valley and hesitant to jump.

"I do not advise you to jump...it is not that deep but there are rocks there...if you jump you will not die but you will get injuries and you will have some fractures.",I said so coldly.

The girl looked at me in astonishment, as she did not expect that there would be a person who would be so cold in a situation like this.

"What? Do you think I will pity you because you want to end my life?"I tried to provoke her with these words, and I succeeded, she screamed at the top of her voice that I don't know anything and that a spoiled child like me doesn't know what she's going through.

Poor girl, she doesn't know that I saw the hell and suffered double her suffering.

It seems that I have to act and find a solution for her. Well, this is not difficult.

I was a teacher in my previous life.

I am used to dealing with children and solving such a problem is not difficult.

"The school uniform and the bag indicate that you are a student, and according to the identity card, it appears that your name is "Amal"... What a name that indicates hope for a person who does not deserve it",I said this angrily and then added :

"Those wounds and torn clothes are traces of bullying, am I right? You i***t, would you end your life because of a bunch of rats?..If you hate your life that much, then let me end it with my own hands ."

I grabbed her by her shirt and lifted her up trying to throw her into the valley... I know this is harsh, but you will only appreciate what you have when you lose it, right? The same thing with her, she will not appreciate her life unless she loses it, just as I realized the meaning of life after my death.

The girl begged me to save her life with a desperate face and tears falling like rain.

I was thinking that If she is going to cry and regret like this then why did she decide to end her life ignoring those people who care about her and who will grieve het death ... I hate such selfish desires...Those people who only care about their own interest I really hate them because I suffered a lot because of them... But this girl is still young, so I'm going to teach her to love her life.