Forgive and Forget

Forgive and Forget1

I stared at the white plain ceiling, blankly. I was lying on my bed, sighing now and then. I hadn’t slept all night and I could hear some muffled sounds of birds singing outside my tightly shut window. I have been staring at the ceiling all night, thinking that my decision was right or wrong. If I did this, what would I lose? What would I gain? What will the other feel? 2

I shook my head slowly, why would people even care? No one cares for me, not even my cat…3

I would obviously gain what I wanted and I didn’t give a damn about other people’s feeling. After all, I was doing this because of them… because of their mean behavior towards me, because of their ignorance. They would probably be happy if I left this world… my parents wouldn’t have to worry about me, my problems, my demands, my meals, my safety and my college.4

I sighed yet again and stretched my weary tired body.5

And then the question, what would I lose? I would lose nothing because I had nothing… nothing to live for, nothing to love. I was after all, a hopeless case of a depressed teenager.6

It all started when my second year of high school began, I tried for the drama club and got in. It wasn’t really my thing to become an actress but my best friend, who had been there for me since we were kids, encouraged me to join. It was really my best friend, Christie’s dream to become an actress and perform in front of an audience.7

My dream was to become a writer but I was not a nerd although I loved sports. So I struggled hard and tried for the basketball team… and surprisingly I got selected there too. Everything was going wonderful. My grades were good, my parents were happy to see me busy with plays, tests and basketball practice. The rest of the time, me, Christie and my other school buddies hand out together. We talked, laughed and enjoyed our teenage years. 8

But everything of course cant stay perfect… my life took a huge turn, every happiness in my life vanished.9

It all started by the stupid drama club. The spring play was coming up and Christie was as usual confident to get the main role. I wasn’t that excited, I would get ‘something’ but I prayed under my breathe that Christie would get what she wanted… we were after all best friends.10

But when the teacher put the list on the soft board, I was shocked to see that I got the main role where as Christie, got the second best. I was surprised and as I turned to Christie to share a few words of excitement, I was baffled to see Christie’s eyes red and her cheeks wet. She was crying because she didn’t get the main role. I wanted to say something but she turned and ran out of the hall…11

It was very disturbing because I never saw Christie in that kind of state. She was angry yet disappointed. Was it my fault that I got the main role? I didn’t want this to happen! Why didn’t Christie understand?12

I tried calling her but she never picked up the phone. I went to visit her at her house but she refused to talk to me. I tried stalking her during classes but she wouldn’t face me. This happened for weeks until I found a note in my locker one rainy day. It was from Christie and she had said that we weren’t friends anymore. She wrote that I joined the drama club to prove that she was a lousy actress and in the end she wrote that she flushed my friendship charm away. 13

I was shocked and my eyes were filled with tears. My chest suddenly felt hollow and my heart pained. I didn’t even want to join the drama club! It was all her idea! And now she was behaving like that! She was supposed to be my best friend, she was supposed to understand! But she did not! She never did! 14

I wanted to apologize but my tries to get in touch with her were useless. I was so hurt that I stopped eating, I stopped sleeping and I stopped doing anything and sometimes I wished, like now, that I would take the whole bottle of sleeping pills and sleep for the rest of my life.15

I just lay on my bed, staring at the white ceiling, crying. I had been crying for one whole week and now my tears wouldn’t come out. 16

I got up from my bed, wiping the tears from cheeks. I wanted to do something, I wanted to fix everything. 17

I wanted to discuss this with my parents, I was sick physically and mentally. Because of lack of energy, I couldn’t think… I wanted comfort. 18

My parents… yes they were a good case to discuss… My father was a scientist and he was away most of the year… and if he wasn’t away, he was locked in his study… occupied with his research. He didn’t even remember his own dinner… how could he remember that I haven’t eaten for days?19

On the other hand, my mother was a doctor, a gynecologist and she worked in her own clinic until late night when she would come home tired, make something to eat and then put it on the table before going to bed, not caring that I would eat it or not.20

I wanted to talk to them but they were too busy in their own work. I wished that my older brother, who was away for college, would come home. But that was impossible; he was never coming home…21

I wanted to do something; I wanted to fix what had gone wrong and surprisingly I was determined. My ideas of suicide forgotten, I began to think what the right thing to do was. 22

That morning when I went to school, I quitted the drama club and requested the teacher to give my role to Christie… and then without a word I walked out of the theater and towards my class…23

I first kind of felt bad to quit the drama club as it was like my second home now. I used to spend countless evening with other class mates, reciting dialogues and making fun of Shakespeare. I had made many friends and the drama club, as my teacher said, would increase my chances to get into a good college. It wasn’t easy for me to give up the drama club even though I wasn’t interested in acting… it was for my future… 24

But it felt a lot lighter eventually and I wore a small smile all day as I remembered what I had done. That day I talked to the unknown person sitting next to me in my homeroom and that day I ate at lunch. 25

I had to admit that even though the other person had hurt me so much, I did the right thing. This was the decision that made me happy and my ex-best friend happy too. And sometimes, it’s ok to forgive and forget and not to remember what the other person had done to you. One day or another, you have to forget your yesterdays and move on to another path. Before, I was afraid of change but now I realized that sometimes change could lead to something better. That day was a piece of heaven for me because that day I realized that instead of loathing on an enemy we can always forgive and forget and get on with our lives because if we are kind to others, they would be kind to us too…26

And I was right, Christie came to apologize for her behavior and I forgave her. But we were never best friends again, not even friends… we just passed a smile when we saw each other in the same corridor and that’s it. She went on with her life and I went on with mine… I made new friends, I won the basketball trophy for my team and I even earned a loving dinner from my parents in a restaurant… 27

Author notes

This story is so old and illogical. I hate it. And as it is so old and stupid and i hate it... its under 1500 and i had to post it. :/
sorry for such a crappy read. Kill me.
the best friend option thingy. :/

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  • BabyxBadger
    December 31, 2007

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    Gorgeous story. Was sweet and caring and had a good moral. Loving and emotionial which really seemped out through the entire story. Amazing write and keep it up, and good luck in the contest.
    Oh and of coarse Happy New Year
    xxx


  • asthray.heart
    October 5, 2007

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    This was good, but not everyone can make things better lke this, god this is like a fairy tale to me because the same kind of thing happened with my bestfriend. But I dind't do the right thing.

    Tnks for entering and goodluck.

    ~Lady Madeline.

  • sugarrrainbow
    October 5, 2007

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    Good story.
    I liked how Christie and the narrator never became friends again, but were still on good terms.
    however, i'm not sure which option this falls under.
    amd if it's the last option, then you've already won a contest.


  • Springs gold member
    October 4, 2007

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    =x
    meanie kitty.

    Christie is such a spoiled brat.

    ''she was supposed to understand! But she did not! She never did! '' that girl is being a hypocrite -.-


    I liked that. Quite sad. Thoughtful ending. Well done.
    Thanks for entering.


  • ArtificialSweetener
    September 17, 2007

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    Aw, I love this story, I see you entered it in my bestfriend, Lauren's contest!

    This story reminds me of my friends... were still friends, of corse but... good luck!

    ~Ashley~ xxx


  • Bitter Irony
    September 15, 2007

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    Since I'm reading this story for the "Voice your thoughts" contest, my comment will deal mostly with tone.

    First and foremost, decide how internal dialog should fit with objective description in this story. Paragraphs such as "I shook my head slowly, why would people even care? No one cares for me, not even my cat…" feel like they're missing something.

    It's good to be consistent in your tone: however, just like in real life, it's easy to develop bad habits in writing. One of yours (at least in this story) is overuse of elipses (...). Because they are read as a pause, it gives the whole story a rather choppy feel, in addition to being visually unappealing.

    Also, avoid passive voice whenever possible: this whole paragraph feels unexciting because of the lack of active verbs: "It all started by the stupid drama club. The spring play was coming up and Christie was as usual confident to get the main role. I wasn’t that excited, I would get ‘something’ but I prayed under my breathe that Christie would get what she wanted… we were after all best friends."

    Lastly, even when speaking in a teenage voice (and I'm well aware that not all teenager use proper grammar), it is still your job as an author to do so. Get rid of run-on sentences: "I shook my head slowly[. W]hy would people even care?"

    "My dream was to become a writer but I was not a nerd although I loved sports" This sentence is a run-on, and also illogical. "I was not a nerd, although I loved sport"--the whole point is that nerds DON'T love sports. Why would you need to defend yourself when the evidence doesn't even accuse you, so to speak?

    Limit yourself to one adverb every two paragraphs.

    On a scale of 1 to 10, I give this voice a 3. It's there, but not particularily consistent, and it doesn't add much to the reading experience.

    Thanks for entering the contest, and good luck!

    beginning: 2, language: 1, plot: 1, ending: 1, dialog: 2, characters: 2.


    • Ayesha Raees
      September 16, 2007
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      thanks for the suggestions... i will see to it in the future...

      and of elipses, er, its kind of habbit of mine!
      bad chatting habits...
      i will try to stop using this.


  • Greeneyes15
    September 15, 2007
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    i liked this story a lot. it reminds me of me and my friend's relationship sometimes. anywa, this was very well written and your words dragged me intot he story. great job with this and keep up the great work. that you so much for emtering the contest and for reading/commenting. i hope this help you get more reads/comments as well!!

    peace&love,
    greeneyes


  • Rosemary silver member
    September 10, 2007
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    Good story

    I myself would have told Christie the brat to take a flying leap. Good luck with the contest.

  • Baba Jojo
    September 4, 2007

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    I dont see any cultural, traditional or more over any detail of anything as yet....it was emotions, emotions, emotions....thats all...

    I wanted something entirely different...sure, you may say this is in Brazil or Australia..but can anyone know that...

    sorry, but this was way out for the contest...

    Now for the story...I am a proffessional critique and have worked for many magazines, so, this was an inspirational write, probably for children or such....as it contains both a moral and a lesson and was told in a simplistic way...

    more detail gives more interest...remmeber that...anyway.... a good story...but lacking for the contes....

    • Ayesha Raees
      September 16, 2007
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      erm sorry, i just looked at my reviews now...
      well dude, in your contest "Stories Set In ... Look Inside!^_^"

      there was an option of "A lesson"
      and well, my story does have a lesson so thats why i enetered...
      anyway...
      the contest is over but still i am just saying that you misunderstood.

    • Bitter Irony
      September 15, 2007
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      No offense intended, Baba Jojo, but if you're a "proffessional critique," why can't you spell the words "professional critic"?


  • RedHearts
    August 28, 2007
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    That was reallt nice, very well written. Liked it from till the last word. Great job!!!!!
    The story reminds me of the time me and my then best friend had a quarrel. We parted ways not to talk for 2months....Then she turned up suddenly one day and we became friends again.


  • LaurenR
    July 29, 2007

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    Good

    This story, Forgive anf Forget is a great story to read!Its really good and it shows you the meaning of true friendship! I like this
    LaurenR

    beginning: 3, language: 4, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 4.

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