Monday, January 11, 2016

Raphaella

Raphaella Towers and Harrison Lockley were best friends practically from the moment they were born. Where one was found the other was sure to be. They were practically inseparable. That is until the day, they started elementary school

In first grade, they were unmercifully teased for their friendship. "What do you want to be friends with a girl for?" The boys asked Harrison. To them, girls were enemies. They were not friends. There was nothing Harrison could say to make them change their minds about that.

The girls were equally as bad. They made sure Raphaella always stayed on the girls side of the playground and didn't associate with the boys. Of course, Raphaella knew there wasn't  really a boys side or a girls side to the playground but the other kids sure acted like there was.

Raphaella was really sad not to be able to hang around Harrison anymore. She kept secretly looking over to him. When  she was finally able to catch his eye, he didn't smile at her like she expected him to. He didn't look happy to see her nor did he look unhappy to be away from her. That made Raphaella even sadder.

After school. Raphaella quickly ran home. She ran into her room and threw herself down on her bed. Tears flowed down her checks.

Suddenly. she thought she heard a noise. She looked all around her room. She couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from.

"Raphaella!" called a voice outside her window in a loud whisper. Raphaella looked out her first floor window and was startled to see Harrison there.

Raphaella quickly opened the window "What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Raphaella! Raphaella!" called Harrison from outside the window. "Let down your hand!" Raphaella leaned down and offered Harrison her hand. He grabbed it and climbed up into the window.

"What are you doing here?" Raphaella repeated as Harrison completely pulled himself into the room and tumbled to the floor.

"I don't want to stop being your friend." he told her.

"I don't want to stop being yours either." she replied with a smile.  She suddenly felt much lighter and happier. "Why did you have to climb in my window?" she asked.

"I want to be your friend, but I don't want to be teased either." admitted Harrison. Raphaella nodded. She didn't want to be teased either. "So we have to be secret friends." said Harrison. "Okay?"

"Okay." agreed Raphaella immediately. Secret friends was better than not being friends at all.  Besides, there was something exciting about a secret friendship.

From that day on every day after school, Harrison would come to Raphaella's window. "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand!" he would call, and she would open the window and give him a hand into her room.

Finally one day, Harrison came to Raphaella's window. "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand" he called, but she didn't come to the window. So he repeated a little louder "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand."

Harrison heard footsteps from across the room. His heartbeat quickened in anticipation of seeing his good friend. The window opened. A hand reached out. Harrison reached for it but then fell back in shock when he realized that it wasn't Raphaella's hand. This hand wasn't young and soft like Raphaella's. This hand was older and rougher.

Harrison looked up to see a face he remembered. It was the face of Raphaella's mother. "Why hello, Harrison." she said. "Why don't you just use the door?"

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