Losing a Friend

Yelling at a phone with no one on the other end, knowing you there won't be a response to your anger, is not an experience I wish to relive.
A little over a year ago, one of my best friends denounced me, all of his friends from middle school, and especially my sister.
My sister and this "friend" were inseparable in seventh and eight grade. Rumors of a spark floated around, but she never liked him that way. He was just her best friend.
We had always known he was different. When my sister first became friends with him, he told her he was a follower of the little known religion Baha'i, and by eighth grade he was a full blown Buddhist, but we never gave it any thought because we don't discriminate and he was our friend.
This "friend" and my cousin never got along. They would try and be cordial because they both knew they were both important to Margaret and I, but my cousin always told us he thought our "friend" was trouble.
The summer between eighth and ninth grade my sister and I spent almost everyday with our "friend" and another person. The other person was not someone you would normally find among my sister's and I's peers, but he had recently gone through a big change, and he was fun to be around.
We had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into that summer. Every moment we spent our "friend" and the other person uncovered a little piece of who they truly were.
The other person told us about his dysfunctional family and how much he didn't want to move to Arizona with his mom, but didn't want to stay with his dad's new family even more.
Our "friend" spent even more time with the other person than my sister and I did, and thing came tumbling down that fateful day when he left for Arizona.
The other person is a drug addict and has tried to kill himself more than a few times. Every time my sister and I try to speak to him he says, "We aren't his real friends."
When the other person left our "friend" left our world and broke my sister's heart.
Our "friend" said he hated us, and was ready to move on. He cursed out my sister and left her with terrible feelings and ruined memories.
I didn't find out about the fallout until a month after happened. I called him, and when I got his voice mail I let him have it.
I haven't really spoken to him since, and I don't want to. I'm not very good at second chances.
My "friend" and the other person changed my life in good ways, but now all I'll remember them for are things they did that hurt my sister and I.

Claire Fisher
News Writer
Bellaire High School
Bellaire, Texas