Cherie Adan
Matt Thomas
5th Period
March, 27 2008
Morgan
The beginning of Second grade was very difficult for me. My friend Bronson threatened to bring a gun to school in my class, so being who I am, I told my mother. The police came, talked to me, talked to my principal and in a blink, I was out of Ms.Dobler’s class and in Mrs.Berganz’s portable. That’s how it all started.
Morgan, Justin, and Justine became my best friends instantly. I hung out with them at lunch, sat by them in class, and played with them at recess. The day I started liking Morgan was when he chose me, when playing house, to be the wife. So, first recess we were married, second recess we had our children, and by third, we were divorced. That happened at least once a week.
One day, I was teasing him about the fact that he had a girly name. So, he gave me a boy name. He named me Charlie because the way it was spelled was the way how he actually spelled my name, only without the “L”. I said okay to that because I liked him way to much to tell him he was wrong. All he knew about my name was it stated with a “C”, not an “S”.
Giggling about my mom being one of the schools soccer coaches and playing on the “big kid” playground. Every day was perfect. We never got in trouble, we all had good grades, and our little group was loved by Ms.Bergantz. Morgan and I both were the teacher’s pet. Everything was perfect in our little world for a few months. Then tragedy hit.
I sat with him on the big hill all recess telling him, even though his parents were getting divorced, and his whole life was falling apart, things would just work out in the end. Just like a movie. But they didn’t. After his mom won the custody battle, they decided that at the beginning of Summer, they would move to New Jersey. That meant I only had a few months left with my best friend.
The time flew by, and before we knew it, it was time for Morgan to leave us. On his last day, Justine, Justin, an I sat outside on the schools front lawn waiting for his mom to drive up. She pulled into the parking lot only a few minutes after school. He gave us all strong hugs, gave me a fruit roll-up and disappeared into his mother’s car.
He was short. He had glasses. We were married multiple times. I loved that kid. I only have one picture of him. He reminds me of Matthew Broderick for some odd reason. I’ve been thinking about what he looks like now days. Is he still short? Is he wearing those same square rimmed glasses? Does he ever think of me? If he does, what does he remember? Does he remember why he called me Charlie? I can’t even remember his last name.
