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the bridge
I’m on the bridge again. The same bridge that I stood on 5 years ago, but this time I’m here with all my friends and I remember that time; a completely different life.
I always feel alone. Nobody in any of my classes knows I exist and my 3 friends never talk to me. Whenever I text them or talk to them, they just ignore me and keep talking to their other friends, pretending they don’t know me. It’s my birthday and I am all alone, because all of my friends were busy. My mom forces me to do something, so my whole family goes to San Francisco. We’re on the Golden Gate Bridge and I see all my friends there without me. All of a sudden I realize that none of them were busy, they would just rather be doing something without me. I realize how bad my life is, and look over the bridge contemplating my choices. I think of how it wouldn’t matter anyway, because nobody is going to notice I’m gone. But then, I remember all my good memories with my family blocking out all my toxic friends. I step down and follow my mom off the bridge, hoping it was the right decision and hoping my life would get better.
5 years later, I’m glad that I didn’t jump. The last 5 years have been the best.years of my life. I look over the bridge again, one last time, seeing the ocean and all the people surfing, and I walk away to catch up with my friends.
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