A story by a 10 year old - Together Through Weakness
So, when I searched through my old fifth-grade papers, I found a treasure! It was a story that I had entered for a contest! I ended up winning second place in it, but this piece was possibly the greatest story that 10 year old me had made, ever. I spent maybe half an hour last night typing it onto Word, but I've decided to share it to you all :D
My name #11 Ms. Bergamino Reflections Entry
Together Through Weakness
I was walking down an alley, going home from school. I liked this alley, because it was normally quiet. It was also a shortcut to home. The autumn wind blew past, creating tornadoes of leaves. It was tranquil and peaceful…and after walking for ten minutes, I finally came out the other end of the alley, into a street. I suddenly heard yelling. A familiar yell.
There was a crash. I ran down the street, surprised that no one else was here. My coat flew behind me as I dashed, streaking across the road from block to block. I arrived just in time to see a boy, clad in a neat, buttoned up shirt, stained with dirt. His glasses, which must’ve been an inch thick, were on the sidewalk, cracked. The boy was on the floor, on his bottom, staring in horror at the figure above him…Lucifer. He was the one who was yelling at the boy.
“Give me my money!” Lucifer demanded. He stomped on the ground, his feet landing an inch away from the boy’s face.
“I-I-It’s not your mon-“ Started the boy.
“Yes it is!” Snarled Lucifer, raising his foot to stomp again.
“Stop!” I shouted. I threw some quarters at Lucifer. He grinned. He then ran away, disappearing like a shadow.
“Are you alright?” I asked, helping the boy up.
“Yeah.” Replied the boy, picking up his glasses. “Thanks, man. I’m Melvin.”
We shook hands. “I’m Brian.” I said. “Nice to meet you, Melvin.” From that moment onward, we were great friends. Melvin aced every single test and helped me ace mine, and I shooed away the bullies that threatened to beat us up. We were like a duo. We stayed together through high school together, and even stayed together until college was almost over. One day, Melvin and I were hanging out in a coffee shop.
“You want anything?” I asked. “They’re taking out the pumpkin tarts again.”
“Nah, no thanks.” Replied Melvin. “But thank you for asking, no thanks. Wait-that came out wrong-“
I laughed. Melvin laughed too. I bought a decaf for myself. I sat down, watching Melvin take out a huge sandwich from his tiny backpack. I don’t even know how he fits everything in there.
“Brian?” Said Melvin.
“Yes?”
“Did you remember that day when we met?”
“Yeah. Man…”
“I realized…that it was like, 8 years ago.” Melvin said.
“Oh, it wasn’t really that important.” I blushed.
“But it was.” Said Melvin.
"Naw."
We sat in awkward silence, sipping our coffee and eating our sandwiches.
In the next few years, Melvin became really popular. He dropped his glasses for contacts, and began to wear more casual clothes. He got taller and stronger, even got a new haircut. He really changed. Melvin got new friends, too. I wasn’t really his only friend anymore, and we didn’t hang out so much anymore. Our friendship slowly washed away, and it was almost as if I were forgotten completely.
Eventually, it got to graduation day. We each had to write a speech before graduation, and I was as scared as a cat when it was about to be dumped into water. Eventually, Melvin was up for his graduation speech. When I heard it, I ended up getting a graduation picture of my jaw dropped to the ground and my eyes tearing up a flood. It wasn’t the speech itself, but it was one specific thing he said…
“Normally, many people would thank their teachers, their parents, and maybe a few neighbors, too…” Melvin said. “But me, I’d like to also thank my friends. They’ve helped me a lot, and have been beside me up until this very moment.”
“Anyhow, there are some people that are truly extraordinary, and I’m just about lucky enough to have one of those incredible people as one of my friends. Back when I was just 16 or so, I was bullied almost every day. I was kicked, beaten, and knocked down endlessly. In fact, I would’ve been dead because of that if it weren’t for my friend.”
“His name is Brian.” Melvin smiled at me from the stage. My jaw began to obey gravity. “That weekend that we met, I was planning to kill myself. I was so tired and exhausted from the insults. Day after day, I slowly began to think, am I really so terrible? My self esteem was at its lowest, and the bullying made it worse and worse. I was being bullied yet again that faithful Friday, but Brian rescued me. He saved me from that bully. He just ran in, and helped me up, even though we were complete strangers at that time. He didn't know me, nor did I know him. He’s the person I really want to thank…Thank you, Brian, for giving me confidence at my weakest moment, and thank you for being beside me, together through weakness.”
That, in my opinion, is epic for me to have written at the age of TEN. THIS IS A TEN YEAR OLD'S WRITING.
Wow. :D
