Friendship/It happened to Me/Fiction.
The Theater of Friendship And True Love: The Secret of Two Friends And Hope
I found a friend and a helper. Our loyalty and love trump everything.
“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.” — Walter Winchell.
My name is Serwa, and here is my story.
I’m in deep thought about how I started a friendship with my faithful friend, Paris.
It happened in my ninth-grade math class, where everything was foreign to me. I was overwhelmed with a new desk, new classmates with different accents from mine, and a massive school building.
Everything was strange, and I believed I was weird to my teachers and classmates. The only thing in my favor that morning was I locked eyes with Paris. Later that day in math class, I had the upper hand because the algebra the teacher taught I had learned two years prior.
I had a victory with my superpower, and my friendship with Paris blossomed.
I am forty-one and live in Stillwater, OK. If you love football, you know a little about Oklahoma. OK is a conservative state, and sometimes, they go liberal. I remember when we had a great man, Gov. Brad Henry. I have the photo I took of him many years ago when things were joyful for everyone in our beloved state.
My story with my friend, Paris, is an inspirational story for you to learn and believe in the power of true friendship, love, and hope.
As we all know, true love is rare, but it exists. I think true love is like a ghost story many people talk about. Many people dream about true love and want it, but it is like becoming a trillionaire.
Find true love in you first, and then hope to find it in someone else one day.
I met Paris in high school when I moved from Ghana to the United States. I was thirteen, and she was fourteen. We clicked right from the beginning. We were both not popular but involved in AP classes, school play, debate team, and writing for the school newspaper.
