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A New Beginning

C. Cohen

The tears poured down Rina’s cheeks. A petit 14-year-old with glasses and brown hair, she made a pitiful figure as she stood alone, unable to control her sobs. The old, grey wall to her right, a permanent fixture in the school playground, was the only witness to the depth of her despair. She had finally hit rock bottom and she could not see any way up. Climbing the steep cliff towards friendship seemed to be an impossible feat.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

 

EXCEDRPT: After so many years of having to force herself onto her classmates at lunchtime or else sit by herself, she was seated with her two best friends. She munched on her peanut butter sandwich and joined in the general chatter. That was until Tirtza turned to Yocheved and whispered something into her ear. Yocheved nodded, smiled, and after a moment, leaned over to Tirtza, and mouthed a reply.

“What are you two talking about?” Rina asked curiously.

“Oh,” Tirtza haughtily answered. “Just something private. Nothing that you need to know.”

“Yeah,” Yocheved added. “Something for real friends to share between themselves.”

Rina was shocked. Even Tirtza’s next words: “Don’t be silly. Rina is a real friend” did nothing to soften the blow.

She stood up and went outside, which is where the tears came and didn’t stop. So that’s what my two “best friends” think of me. A tagalong, a mitzvah friend, not a real friend. The bell calling all students back to their classes came and went, but Rina remained outside, doubting that her “friends” would even realize that she was missing.

Why is it that I don’t have any good friends? She cried inwardly. Everyone I try to befriend just pushes me off.

The tears continued to come.

 

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