by Weston Payne, Poetry and Lit Club
Chapter 11 - “Brother from another Mother” from Wes Side Story
I was in math class and I saw some kid drawing dragon ball z pictures. So I walked over to him casually (without stumbling) and I asked if he liked the show. We ended getting in an argument over who was better Vegeta or Goku. I of course was an-all out Vegeta fan and was insulted by his argument. Yet for some reason one of us started laughing and then I just couldn’t stop. He told me the name I’ll never forget. His name was Will Cole. Will was and still is my best friend. He and I loved hanging out together. We loved playing video games and ditching our homework and we loved gossiping about who was hot and who was not at our school. We both joined the Eco club, and we both wanted to live next to each other when we got older. We laughed so many times everyday. We had our own world together and nothing will or ever can change that. There are many things that I find too hard to remember about Will. Like when he told me how much he liked Amy Conroy. He told me everything that went on between them. He even asked her to prom but he got real bummed out when she decided to in a group instead. I shared with Will my problems with Jenny John and how bummed out I was when I found out that I had to find new date. I remember talking about Video games in math class. During the end of my senior Year he died from a roof accident. I was so shocked. I didn’t know if I could cry or I should kill myself or what to do. I was so mad at God. He took away my most trusted, loved, and all around best friend. When I said Will and I had our own world together I really meant it. I was failing all my classes when I met Will. And he was too. Now understand that before I wasn’t OK with failing but I didn’t want to try more than was needed. However when Will entered my life I HAD to try. For Will, for me and for our future as friends. We grew on each other. He worked real hard so I would too. That’s how it worked. If I started falling short I knew he’d help me. We were equals with attitude. If you’ve never lost a loved one I don’t know if I can explain it well. When will died, denial set in quick but that sweet ignorance didn’t last. Soon his lifeless body lay before me as I hugged him goodbye on a hospital bed. A final few words to my friend was all I could muster out of my already jumbled speech. I was so sad at the truth. I wanted to save him. I wanted to be his hero. I wanted to show that our great eternal friendship wouldn’t, couldn’t end in death. But what if it did, and how could god let this happen. Did he care? As I stood near him in the hospital, with friends and family crying around me I wanted so badly to switch places with him. He had finally found peace. In my restrained tearful eyes I wanted peace too. I felt really old when it was all over. I felt like I was near my own deathbed. I had known death for a moment. But he took my friend and now I was all-alone again. I felt bad for all of his family. I wasn’t feeling bad for myself as much as I was for the time we lost that we would have spent having fun together. A few nights previous to his death we had talked. He told me that if he died he was going to try asking God to make him into a Super Saiyan. Like on the show Dragon Ball Z. At the time I agreed I too would ask him and me and Will could train in heaven forever. And so when Will died I thought to myself “Will is a Super Saiyan, he beat me to it”. I think of Will all the time and his picture rests atop my x-box so that everyday I wake up I see him smiling at me, so I smile back.



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