It was the first day of school in fourth grade and a new kid had moved here from Florida. His name was Ethan.He had short, choppy brown hair and was quite tall. He had moved into the house across the street from me, and rode on my bus. I always sat with Jackson on the bus. He was one of the smallest kids in the grade but made up for it with his personality. He was both funny, and smart, but above all, he was my best friend. We had both met Ethan the first morning and quickly made friends with him. He was a nice, funny person and was our friend… or so we thought.
“Are you sure these stories are true?” I questioned.
“Yeah. All one hundred percent real,” he pronounced as if he was promoting a product.
As Jackson and I walked back to our seats Jackson stated, “I’m done. Does he really expect us to believe what he just said?” I was thinking the same thing.
“Can we even trust him anymore?” I not-so-reluctantly asked. I really wanted to be friends with Ethan but he was making it impossible.
“From now on, we need to be careful about what Ethan says,” Jackson defiantly stated.
We walked back to our seats still not believing Ethan so we made sure to listen to what Ethan was talking about.
“...they bought it!” Ethan screamed clearly not looking back to make sure we were still listening.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssse!” Ethan pleaded, apparently not getting the memo that we didn’t want to talk to him.
“You lied to us!” Jackson fiercely stated.
“Twice!” I chimed in.
“Yeah but I can change,” Ethan apologise. Jackson and I looked at each other.
“Fine, but this time you don’t get another redo,” Jackson announced.
“How about… you get three chances. No more!” I commanded.
“Yes! Thank you guys,” Ethan said as he walked away.
Ethan first got to three chances, then ten, then twenty, and then more than we cared to count. We started to hang out with him less, and the only time we ever did anything with him was when would get everyone on the street and had one big Nerf war. We put up with him in the wars until one day.
It hit him hard. Jackson was instantly on the ground trying his best not to cry while Ethan stormed off. That was the last straw. Our dislike of him grew to hatred and eventually, we stopped talking to him. He started making fun of us almost constantly and made sure we heard what he said. Eventually, Ethan’s hatred died down but never stopped.