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There Will Always Be That One by Julia Varella Chaves
think everyone should go to the beach to get away from tahll the stress from work and school. This is why I think Florida
has the best beaches!
Waking up that morning, I felt excited. Spiders, fake cobwebs, and black crows all bought from Halloween stores. Cinnamon scent that filled the empty rooms. The darkness came through with rain alongside. Unlike before, it was the first Halloween I’d stay home.
‘Twas the night before. One of my mom’s friends invited herself, her husband, and her daughter to have Halloween with us. I hated the idea. The most recent memories I had with my friend and her mother didn’t bring back good memories. There was no saying no, though; she was coming over whether I wanted her to come or not.
The day passed by fast, and it was soon dark outside. I was already with my costume and so was my best friend. We were going to match, but she was too indecisive and bought her costume at the last minute. I’m now glad that we weren’t matching even though she tried to make us match, because I wasn’t going to be her match when my other friend wouldn’t be matching. But I wasn’t ready for when she came.
She wore a black dress and had red spots near her mouth which might have been fake blood.
We were all dressed up when we welcomed them in. I usually tried to show hospitality and warmth when I let people in, but this time I couldn’t. I knew my best friend, and I didn't want to invite her. My best friend and friend wouldn’t talk to each other if I wasn’t there. I felt a cold shiver down my back. But the day continued.
When dinner began, and everyone was hungry. I didn’t want to sit in the middle of both my friends, so I just sat on the empty side of the table. I was told to move so I moved next to the only spot available, next to my friend. My best friend stood there waiting for her meat to grill on the raclette, adding a lot of BBQ sauce. Trying to make it full of BBQ sauce she wanted to flip it constantly, which seemed to annoy my friend’s parents. I could hear them telling her “drama, drama, drama” and “You don’t need to answer every text you get,” when she got her phone. Though I couldn’t know how my best friend felt, I knew she wanted to yell at them, because she would if I didn’t stop her.
I picked up my dog from the floor and sat her in my lap as the dinner went on. It must have caught their eye that there was a dog on my lap because they immediately told me to put her on the ground. I didn’t want to say anything, but I knew I wanted to tell them no.
A few minutes later someone knocked on my door and I said I’m brushing my teeth because it didn’t take me long to know that my face was red. Red, bright red.
When I headed down, my face was now pink, and my best friend wasn’t at the table. I said my face was itchy, so it took a while. Dinner continued, but this time it was not as bad. The parents weren’t complaining or commenting on little things anymore, and I felt better. Though they weren’t bad people they have a way of saying things that don’t make them seem nice.
After smores, we watched a movie as it rained hard outside. The movie wasn’t great, but time passed quickly. When the movie ended it was about time for them to go.
Lying down in bed, in the darkness I realized something. There will always be different people wherever you go. There will always be someone judging you. There will always be someone who doesn't interfere (the quiet person), etc. There will always be those people.
6 Grade
Olivia Bueno, Grade 8
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