A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came
she turned and left.
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below.
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story.
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools.
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up
at the teacher with a smile.
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever.
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl.
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it
helps unite us, it helps make us one.
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end.