Author: Nia King
How did it happen? How did she fall so low? We stood together but then I blinked and she was on the floor. “Are you sure.” Of what, grandma. Are you sure that she just then fell. Or had your friend already fallen in a different time then the time in your head, but in your eyes she appeared up.
The girl looked away from her grandma. Stared up at the sky. This lasted a couple of minutes. I think your right, though I wish you were wrong. That means I been talking to my friend as she laid below and I stood high the girl said in tears.
You didn’t know she needed your hands. You can still be the friend you want. Give her your hand.
The girls name is Joan Huyo. Her green braids dangle at the ground. She thinks about the situation her friend Jazzy is in.
Joan and her friend were called models by people at there school. For there looks and because they are model students. Jazzy was a short girl with short curly blue hair. One day her friends image had some problems. A boy waited outside the school. Pacing back and forth. Her friend went outside to talk to him then hugged him. She left the school with the boy.
Rumors went that she had a boyfriend. Joan asked if they were together. Jazzy said no, but I don’t mind the rumors. The boy came by the next day, and they seemed very close. During lunch Joan saw she was leaving lunch with the boy, so she told some friend of there's "let's follow.”
They saw them eating together, her paying for there food, then her handing him a bag of pills as her hand shook. She said goodbye.
Joan and the girls popped out from a corner that they were being nosy from. So I see you are dating him, Joan said in a stuck up way. "No I'm not, her surprised friend said.” We Just saw the whole little date, which was weird by the way. "The other friend shook her head then said, this boy Just pops up at are school and you pay for the lunch.”
Then another friend said, after you handed the boy some pills, how shady. Jazzy old them that they need to shut up. You no nothing, So go. Then tell us, Joan commanded. Jazzy walked away. They followed with nosey noses wanting a reply. Jazzy stopped to make them stop.
She then started to breathe hard and harder. She took a seat. "What's the matter,” Joan said in a freaked out voice. All of you it's a lot. The rest of you go we will all talk later. Okay Joan, the other two friends mumbled as they left.
“What's going on?" If you care so much do me a favor. Stop talking and listen.
The boy you saw is my brother. Him and my parents don’t talk, so we try to get together whenever possible. His behavior was bad, the crowd he was around was bad, and he started to do drugs. I was also a lot for my parents because of my condition. If I get
overwhelmed I start to have really bad panic attacks. One day I was trying to finish a project and study for a test. I started to panic. I knew I needed to finish the test, so I went to my brothers room. I heard his friend tell him that these will relieve his worries, his stress. So I took a couple one for then and to put in room Just in case. I needed it.
My mom found it. She came to me worried so I told her. That's when my parents started to yell at my brother, blaming him for my mistake. That was there final fight before he got kicked out. We been meeting up more lately because we both have been needing each other. He wanted me to give him the pills because he didn't want me to end up like him.
It's like my body was wobbling for a long time. Then my brother left and I was falling.
After that conversation Joan went to talk to grandma. She realized her friend has fallen. Her friend has been needing someone. Her friend hasn't had anyone in a while. Her friend has been showing a different image from what's real. Her friend needs more pair of hands then her brother. So she can be lifted up. She want's to be one of those people.
This story has people who are close to falling, fallen, and the ones that want to catch them. Also about something created from that.
It’s been a couple of day's since Joan found out about Jazzy. A weekend had passed. Joan waited sadly wanting to talk to Joan badly. As soon as she got to school. She talked to the other two friends who were with her that day she was following. She didn’t tell them everything. She explained that they misunderstood Jazzy. We need to each apologize she told them and clear up the rumors.
After that she went in search for Jazzy. As soon as spotted her, she hugged her. I’m sorry for my actions, for the type of friend I was, and person. Jazzy sighed, “I forgive you.” I’m going to class, but I will lift you up and be the friend you deserve, Joan whispered as she walked away.
Joan sat in class. Looking at everybody. You could say in a creepy way because she stared at each person for a time than was not normal. Since she’s popular, the nerds sat freaked out head turned away. She was looking ate everyone to see if anyone was falling in life. She counted two in her class, and more in other classes.
Joan was coming up with something. Joan’s thinking kept up till lunch time. “What’s with your creepy face,” Jazzy giggled. I was thinking of starting a club.” What type of club?” A club were people come to hang out and create things. I will call it Chill and hang. “You already planned it out?” Yes now I need to get permission to start it, bye.
Joan told the office about her club idea. She then got permission. She went home made posters. The next day she went to school with a smile. Hung up her posters. Talked to everybody she thought would take an interest not just the ones she knew. A boy with wild curly hair hopped to her. Yes hopped not walk. He’s always flirting her and she’s always turning him down.
“How do you do,” said the boy. I’m doing good how about you. “I’m good. ‘Why do you answer?” Its because a question deserves an answer. More importantly you do. If you join my club I’ll start hopping to you.
Soon the club started. People would talk about random things that weren’t personal. Every single person had something in that could make them fall or had someone they didn’t want to. What was seen by Joan only at first. Things that were created by each individual, is what made everyone see. The people in separate groups In school had a common thing that could form a big group. Enough people to catch and get caught.
