Saturday, 5 February 2011
10:38:25 PM (GMT)
So, I'm writing this essay, but I'm stuck. I need another way Boncheechee helped me
gain confidence and/or not be nervous around people.
I remember the day I had to leave my best friend, Boncheechee. He stood in the
driveway, waving until I couldn’t see him anymore. My mom kept driving and driving
until we reached a large brick building with smaller buildings spread out around it,
all blocked in by a small stone wall. The stones on top of the wall looked like
broken teeth of some monster. I could see some areas fenced in by twenty-foot fences
with barbed wire on top. After, we parked, some nice ladies helped me find a room and
get settled in. Mom left, and then I was alone. I thought about all the ways
Boncheechee had been there for me. He gave me confidence when I was nervous, didn’t
judge me, and he was my only friend. Boncheechee had promised he’d come visit me,
but he never did.
Whenever I was around people, I got nervous. People would look at me and I’d break
out in a sweat and start hyperventilating. It didn’t help that people looked at me
weird all the time. They used to not look at me weird, until the incident happened.
One day, my friend, Jazmine, had come over. I don’t really remember what came over
me, but I heard this voice inside my head saying to eat her! Later, when my mom asked
how I did it, I couldn’t remember. Jazmine’s mother has never been able to
forgive me, and no one’s been able to forget. Boncheechee would whisper in my ear
that people are only looking at me weird because they want to know what a person
tastes like, but they’re too scared to actually do it. That really helped. Now I
can look at people and see the longing in their eyes, instead of the fear.