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Upcoming story part Three 3

Travis was 5′ 7 weighed about 150 lbs and wasn’t the nicest of children, he was rich and sought to make poor boys like Mattis life a real night mare. Because of his poor background Mattis would often be bullied by all his peers, except his best friend James, who often stood up for him.
James and Mattis met on a sunny afternoon in October; James was coming home from school playing with his favorite ball when it slipped from his hand and into the bushes. Mattis sat from a distance in the village market when he saw James looking sort of worried and in dismay searching madly in the farm opposite the market. Being the curious cat he was, he hurried over and asked what was wrong, James ignored him at first as he peered at him from head to toe, feeling a little disgusted he told Mattis to go away. Mattis stepped back but stood observing as he concluded the boy was in search of something valuable as he scratched his head and rubbed his eyes. Mattis intervened yet again and asked if he needed help this time with tears in his eyes he said yes, the day ended with them retrieving the ball and exchanging names and creating a bond. James though he came from the upper class came to appreciate Mattis for the honest, curious and loyal friend he was. For weeks James would disobey his parent’s rule of avoiding the less fortunate and would make numerous excuses on weekends to visit his grandparent’s horses up in the heights just to meet up with Mattis. They would spend their noon playing hide and seek, police and thieves and other boyish sports. James taught Mattis to ride the horses and Mattis taught James how to create a catapult out of a stick and old rubber. They exchanged ideas, told each other stories and learnt a lot from each other. James also would jolt off many bullies who would want to pick fights with Mattis, he would often reason with Travis and convinced him with his wit to live poor Mattis alone, and luckily he did. Soon enough James encouraged Mattis to come to school as he said he would protect him, but Mattis explained his situation further and how he really couldn’t attend. Saddened James made it his point of duty to bring books from school and taught Mattis Maths and English, he was surprised yet pleased by how quick he learned.
Weeks turned to months and the more they got to know each other the more Mattis admired and coveted James life, he wanted to live within the crystal gates and enjoy dancing and playing music. He wanted to attend school and eat, wear and enjoy whatever he wanted and more than anything he wanted to help his mother. So one day he mastered the courage to ask James for money to start off school, James kindly explained that he didn’t have money but his parents did and they hid it in a locked cabinet. Mattis felt James was lying and became angry, they started to argue and soon a fight began, words went back and forth and feelings and egos were bruised. They ended the quarrel promising never to speak to each other again. Weeks after though they reconciled as they couldn’t stay mad at each other, and that’s when they agreed to be best of friends.
Recently after this episode, James stopped visiting Mattis on the weekends, only waved quickly at him before his father would pick him up and speedily drive off living Mattis worried and confused. He was left alone without any explanation except doubts and the fear of losing his one and only friend. With the absence of James, Mattis was an overripe feast on the buffet of his tormentors.

Written by
Laurna Guiste
Please give feedback on how you find this story,honesty appreciated.

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