Light in the End of the Tunnel
Summer was just beginning; you could smell the animosity growing among the children at the school. I was sitting on an awkwardly placed bench and playing with the mulch under my feet talking to one of my friends. Everyone’s bags were packed, and everyone was ready to leave school. I remember as I walked back to say bye to my “best friend” Rotem did not respond and turned his head the opposite way, then calling me to apologize and be my friend again. But I am getting ahead of myself. During the year Rotem and I were close because of one common factor, a dislike for one of our classmates, Matt.
Matt was a good kid I had never gave him much of a chance. He began to get closer and closer with me near the end of freshman year. During the start of sophomore year, everyone was friendly. Everyone had liked each other. Rotem and Matt were roommates. School soccer season was starting; it was the first practice when I saw Matt walking toward the pitch. This occasion made me extremely excited. He told me this is how he wanted to bond. He and I grew closer and closer sophomore year. Rotem and I kept getting into arguments over things that were irrelevant. We would even argue about a math problem. Therefore, I began spending more time with Matt.
Rotem and I would always forgive each other and act as if nothing happened. Yet we would never completely let go of it and always use it in our next argument. After a while Rotem approached me and said “Choose.” I had no clue how to respond. I stood in shock. He asked me again, “Choose, me or him.” I walked away; I didn’t answer his immature question. Rotem from then on hated Matt and I. Rotems friends all sided with him and Matt was then on disliked. All the year Matt was given looks and threatened as was I. In the airport on the way to Israel, Rotem and I talked and became friends again. I am also friends with Matt he ended up leaving the school and losing touch with all of his friends.
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