Narrative: An Abused Friend

Narrative: An Abused Friend

I was in school when I met him for the first time. He appeared lonely and different. I walked to him to ask him if he had any friends. When I asked him, he just shook his head sideways indicating “No”. I stood there long, but he did not ask me to sit beside him. He was shy and introverted, but I made up my mind to establish friendship with him. I sat there narrating various minute happenings of my life. Initially, he took less interest but later on, he started listening to my stories ...