THE BLUE GLASSES
I am Timothy, a boy with 8 years old, and I live in a big house with Mom and aunt Jean, I love my house because there is a parc crossing the street and I can play with my best friend Zander, who basically is poorer than me. But, I do not care about it, I do not judge anyone by his pocket.
This morning I woke up concerned about my friend Zander, because, lately Zander was wearing a hideous blue glasses at school, and everyone was bullying him about it. Actually I do not know what to do, or what I will do. What could be happen if the others looking at me as a target, and then, they will start bullying me too, because of Zander. But, Mom always said, a friend is a friend and that relationship, would be everlasting. God, please not let them see me when I am near Zander, I do not want to be beat it by them. I definitely hate Zander’s parents for buying him these horrible glasses. Why the parents do not think what they do to their children. I just want zander be normal and continue being his friend.
Zander definitely need help, and I was determinate to be the hero. New mission, destroy the glasses, but zander does not need to know who will be his saver, that is why, I have to be careful. My first try seemed to be successful, I stole their blue glasses in break time and I ran quickly to hiding in somewhere, I though the school will have more places where one can hide something but bloody help, was more difficult than hide me from Mom when is bath time. Finally, I found a perfect place, under the teacher’s desk. Zander, however, was concerned because their parents had already told him not to miss the glasses or it could be negative consequences. So, Zander told the teacher, and the teacher start asking all, if someone have taken the Zander’s glasses and nobody answers. But, the next morning the teacher have found the glasses and Zander was not happy because their parents beated him. I felt strange, this kind of emotion that I never had, now was entirely covered my chest and worst Zander had again their stupid glasses and was beaten because of them, now for the bulliers. Mom also says the devil is around us, and we do not have to be weak or the devil carry us to sink. I do not what does mean, but those blue glasses were the devil. So, I am still in my mission.
How stupid I was, three days ago, my aunt Jean was fighting with her blue high-heels, I heard her saying these dawn blue heels, why I bought them blue, they are useless if I wear them, it will be my end. Then, I comprehend that the guilty was the color blue on it. I just have to paint the Zander’s glasses, and anyone will beat him again or maybe me. I went to school decided to paint the blue glasses with the black paint-s my aunt Jean has in her suitcase. and I did. I thought, finally I can spent the break time with Zander, but most important without risk to suffer bullying. Zander liked the idea, of having black glasses, and he was walking alone the last week, so, I can understand how desperate he was to play with a good friend like me. Actually in those days, nobody wanted to be near Zander.
The happiness comeback and I could say Zander was back on the play too. We spent a lot of time, running, crying, playing to the cowboys, finally, the sky was blue, but nice one. Zander run, Zander, those were my last words when I saw the big guys coming to us. I was always the faster one, and for the unlucky Zander he fell down. I hid from them I saw the unlucky Zander speechless stay there looking at me, and how his kind eyes were appealing for help. I do not feel bad. I just want to be unharmed. In any case, that is make me a bad friend, where I am, I can even say nothing to Mom. what kind of person I have become.
Two weeks have gone, and I have never come across Zander again. I hope that it remains like that. I could watch his face never again.