I never expected anything to happen, but it did. And it all started in middle school. You know, that really awkward year when you’re just beginning to figure out who you are?
I had lots of friends back then, from elementary school. All the girls seemed to like me, but that began to change. I guess I had changed too. Suddenly I was all alone. I didn’t really have a close friend.
I did a lot of reading back then; still do. At recess I’d sit at the table and read while everyone else rushed outside. No one ever noticed, except for that one day.
“Hey, whatcha doing?”
I looked up. There he was sitting across from me, a dorky little 6th grader.
“Reading,” I answered.
“Why don’t you ever come outside?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled. I was pretty shy.
“Come with me outside,” he said smiling and showing his braces. “It’ll be funner then sitting in here.”
I was reluctant, but I decide to go. And that’s how it started. That’s how I met probably one of the best friends I’d ever have.