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Fights Can Change Everything
Fights Can Change Everything
Its fine I said smiling. You see? We were the best of friends! A normal
toddler would have thrown a fit. Well I guess it just wasnt meant to be, for
everything was going to change.
It was an ordinary day; as usual Noah and I were playing Legos alongside our little
siblings, Rachel and Sydney. Since Noah didnt want to really play with me much, I
moved over to play with them. Sydney, Noahs little sister was caring and really
funny. She was growing on me. With every day Noah seemed to grow even more
distant until he seemed like a stranger to me.
Then one day we were playing upstairs when we heard shouting coming from
downstairs. This cant be good! I thought, and saw on the others
they were thinking the same thing.
faces that
We crept down the hallway, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I rested my hand on
the smooth mahogany banister and peeked over the edge. Only shadows were
visible, and the shouting was growing louder by the minute .I realized that I would
have to go downstairs to see what was going on. But one thing I have learned over
the years is to NEVER interfere with an angry parent, especially yours, so I was
hesitant to go downstairs. But of course, curiosity got the best of me and I slid down
the stairs on my butt making a loud THUMP every time I hit a stair. That was
THIS IS
WWWAAAAAARRRRR!! Noah hollered from the bottom of the stairs and shot
his Nerf gun. The bullet nearly missed his moms head and ricocheted off the
wall behind her.
over and took him by the ear, dragging him away. Scared by the sight of
Noah getting yelled at, Rachel and Sydney quickly discarded their Nerf guns.
I scuttled up the stairs trying to get away from the sight of my friend getting
in trouble, but was quickly pulled back by my mom. Come on Hannah we
have to go. She said. I saw tear streaks on her face. She looked like she had
been crying hard. No, I said crossing my arms over my chest. I am not
going to lose this fight I thought as I turned my back on her and resumed the
task of climbing the stairs. HANNAH LETS GO! she said in a more forceful
tone. NO!I screamed and ran up the stairs, into Noahs room, and straight
into his closet. It felt like an eternity, sitting there.
Finally my mom found me and took my arm and dragged me down the stairs
and out the door. I was screaming and crying as I caught a glance at Noah
sitting in the corner staring at the floor.
That was the last I ever saw of Noah and Sydney. To this day I still wonder
what happened to them, what they look like. The image of Noah sitting there
is burned in my mind to this day, for that was when I realized that fights can
change everything.