Final Chapter 14 – Friends

Posted on Saturday, April 16th, 2011 at 5:22 pm

I didn’t remember going back to bed, but that’s where I woke up.  My head was pounding and my eyes felt like they had grains of sand in them.  I couldn’t eat breakfast and when Tara tried to grab me as I walked by, I pushed her away.  I ignored everyone on the bus and sat by myself at the very front.  Nothing was ever going to be the same again.  I had lost my best friend in the whole world.

I hid from everyone at recess and lunch and when I was walking home, Bruce ran up to me and asked me what was wrong.

“You, your what’s wrong” I shouted at Bruce and dug my finger into his chest.

He looked at me with surprise.

“He’s gone, and it’s all your fault.  If I didn’t have to save your stupid sister, he would probably still be here to help me.  He thought I didn’t need him anymore, but he was wrong!”

I was yelling, but I didn’t care.  It felt as though I had been punched in the gut.

“Leave me alone” I blurted out, and ran all the way home.

I was glad Mom wasn’t around when I burst through the door and went up to my room; I didn’t want to answer any more questions.  I threw the covers off my bed, dumped all the toys out of the storage box, and tipped over my bookshelf.

After calling me three times for supper, Mom knocked on my door and came in.  She tripped over a football and looked around my room in surprise.

“Trevor? What’s happened?  Why’d you do this?” she asked.  She didn’t sound angry, just scared.

“Mom please,” I said “I don’t want to talk about it.  Leave me alone.  I don’t want supper, I’m not hungry.”

She came back two hours later and I hadn’t moved from my bed.  This time I could hear a little anger in her voice.  “Trevor you have to come down, there’s someone here to see you.”

“Tell whoever it is to go away,” I said, “I don’t have any friends and I don’t want any!”

Mom’s voice didn’t sound soft and understanding now.  She spoke louder than usual, “I don’t know what happened today and you don’t want to tell me, but I do know you’re being rude.  You come downstairs this instant.  It’s Bruce and he says he has something of yours.  Now move it.”

When Mom said “move it” I knew I had gone a little too far.  I slowly got up and walked down the stairs, taking as much time as I could.  I didn’t want to look at Bruce’s face.  I knew what I had said to him was a lie, it wasn’t his fault.

Bruce was grinning when I saw him and that made me madder.  He was holding a medium sized cardboard box and before I could say anything to him he placed it at my feet.

“Well,” said Mom, “go ahead and open it.”

I reached down opening the flaps slowly, one at a time.  Before I could open the last one, it sprang open by itself and out popped a little black and white furry head.  I jumped back, not knowing what it was, and fell on my rear.  A little body followed by a wagging tail, jumped out of the box, ran at me and plopped into my lap. It looked up at me and started barking ferociously.

We all started laughing. I picked up the pup and held him in my arms. I walked over to Bruce and said sorry, hugging him quickly, then turned to my Mom.  “Can I keep him?”

“I guess so,” she said smiling. “We’ll have to make a house for him outside so that he doesn’t bother Dad.”

We took him out into the yard and wrestled with him.  He was a hyper little guy and we laughed until our sides hurt.

“I guess you know what his name is,” I said to Bruce.

“Yep” he said, and threw the ball.  “Come on Gabe, go fetch.”

In school the next day it was my turn to read my essay about summer vacation.  I hadn’t quite finished it yet so I faked it.  My story had changed over the last couple of days, and of course I couldn’t tell them everything.

“Two incredible things happened to me over the summer,” I started, “I found two new friends, their names are Gabe and Bruce.”

At the end of my report everyone clapped, even Mrs. Mitchell.

“And don’t forget Trevor,” she said to me as I walked back to my desk, “You get to take the rabbit home this weekend.”

I nodded, and laughed to myself, wondering how Gabe and Mr. Hoppity were going to get along.

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