Last Time I Ever Saw Him

The last time I saw him had been many years ago. He brushed by my shoulder as if he didn’t know me, as if he didn’t remember the childhood we had shared or the memories we had made along the way. The part of him that I had once knew was now gone, by something society had made into him. He had taken the wrong route of life. When we reached the beginning of adolescence it pushed us apart. Our worlds were beginning to change more and more. It wasn’t the same as when we were children. He stared across at me with his bright blue eyes trying figure out was it me. Never did I think id meet him in a playground after all those years. There he was his eyes lingering at my tattered worn dress and my dirty worn out shoes. His ‘new’ so called friends kept a very close eye on me as if I was some sort of peasant. They would look at me with shame in their eyes. As the days flew by, I bumped into him again at the school gates one evening waiting for my faded yellow submarine bus. Of course, he was standing around with his friends once again. All of them laughing at me, I braved myself and walked over shakily with a slow smile going to my lips as I walked towards them. As I approached them here I was thinking what the joke was all about. As I stopped beside them one of the boys shouted ‘ oh look there’s caroline in her scruffy clothes that looks like she got them out of a dump bin. ‘They all burst into fits of laughter. With tears in my eyes and my bright red rosy cheeks with embarrassment, I crept away as silently as I could. I was mortified. I never imagined that someone I grew up with would let his friends speak to me in that tone of voice. Even though it had been a while since I saw him. In the end I had finished school and gone to college. School was the last place I knew that I would last see him forever. Mark still had another year left. He was quite the smart one anyway. As I moved away to Lynxton, where I went to college. We grew further and further apart. No texts, no...