Do you ever feel empty?
Like you've missed a big chunk of your life?
Lost something? Or Possibly someone?

Everyone has felt that sometime in their life... Unlike my Unfinished Pieces this is a little bit personal. Rather than laid back reading drafts of stories that never got completed, this is a developing one on its own, not that laid back and not that tense.

I had a friend back in Elementary School, we were practically best friends for 5 years, happy go lucky friends as we were young, the world seemed so big to us, there werent anything tragic back then. We didnt understood 9/11, or Y2K, we barely knew what politic means. But as far as i can remember i had another best friend.
We used to call ourselves The Three Amigos, we had this one eccentric member in our Trio, he was always the cheery one with crazy but smart ideas, we also had this member who is somewhat gloomy but not too sad, he was the most maturest of our group.
The Third, Mature one was always get along with all layers of society.
The Second, Eccentric one was picky, he judges everyone and only hangs out with the lowest layer of society, what we call Nerds and Socially Isolated one, hes always trying to make them Happy.

Time goes on and we had happy times all 6 years of our elementary school. Eventually its time to separate, Graduation is upon us and eventually our skills separated us, Im the forever happy go lucky and didnt care about a single thing in the world unless it cheers me up, Third One was somewhat Smart but nothing compared to the Second One, The Eccentric One. The Second one was studying hard, every time I try to go out with him for some fun in the arcade hes studying in his home taught by an expensive home teacher. Third One? He goes to cram school.

I was aiming for the highest rated Junior High in the province, but i saw my grades and then i plummet down to a Private School filled with Kids who didnt make it to Government Schools, just like me. They both go to the same Private Schools of the same Foundation that my Elementary was found in so they had alot of colleagues there, while i was thrown in an 3 year jail sentence with unknown cellmates.
Life was different there. I realized this is what its like to live on the other side of the glass, all this time in rich kids elementary and i get thrown down here in the slums jail. So i didnt really pay attention to the lessons like the happy go lucky I am but what i did pay attention to is the Social Hierarchy in this kind of school. Everything seemed different, from rich to poor existed, and how we got along was also a unique experience for me. Eventually i learned about all the bad things in this world and avoided it, i wondered how the other guys was doing.

Before i knew it, the Second One, while we was playing some Minecraft, accused me of stealing some of his items and breaking into his house, which was not my fault he built his under mine. Anyways in the mist of Rage i blurted out that i would hack this server and kill everyone in it, ending with a maniacal laugh, not amused the server owner came by and asked me why, i didnt answer and he throws me back to my house, sighing. Other colleagues from my elementary gathered in front of my house with Flint and Steel, they were razing my wood tower, calling me names and stuff. The Second One.. can be.. persuasive, where he would create a group, everyone would join! If i created the same group nobody would join. So my Social Thread run on his Needle-y End. I havent earned my manliness and i admit i kinda cried at that time, my friends turned their back after that because the Second One told them so. I even lost contact with The Third. Oh well time moves on.

Forgetting them and Replaced Them was the thing to do. After 3 years in the "Was A Slum Jail" It turned out to be my kind of group. My Slum Jail became a Slum Heaven, though the students are 80% less than my elementary less means closer.

I went to the same High School Institution as my Junior High was founded on. Met a couple Junior High Slum Jailmates, i was glad i have someone i know. But it didnt stop me from communicating with others. I met The Third One, it was 3 years apart and reunion in that moment. I was glad but he was in a different class than me so communicating was hard. I tried to talk to him but every time i did, he grows more distant. Not the Third One i knew 3 years ago... A whole lot of change there, trust me it wasnt Just Puberty, Its like he went 3 years of social brainwash. Junior High could be the pinnacle of change of our youth, i learned more about society and so did Third One. He got along with a bad group in High School. Im worried but i cant do nothing since 3 years apart demoted from Lifetime Best Friends to Distant Acquaintance. He... Started smoking... I hate people who smoke, both of my parents smoke and im not proud of it. It Kills man... If its drinking its cool but i have zero tolerance on smoking. He hung out with the wrong crowd and it already seemed impossible to pull him back to my crowd

In the span of a month it felt like i lost the Third One i knew 3 years ago.. The one i knew 5 year long. He started doing rebellious things, hanging out with bad crowds. I was more in the Lower Layer again, didnt event tried to climb the stairs of Social. I do things differently than The Third One now... unlike in Elementary no matter what grades we would always hang out together after school, it became different. He started speeding with motorcycle, and smoking, im worried it might led to... Drugs... But i shrugged it off, even though the weight i carried for three years was sticky, i managed to pry it off and somehow..... I feel empty now... Like life is different without the heavy weight i carried. Oh well... No point in turning back and going to the same school as they did right? If i did go to the same Junior High they did, i wouldnt learn all the bad things in life and how to avoid them! I would not met the most beautiful girl of my life! I wouldn't meet quirky strange unique but great friends along the people.

I havent contacted the Second One since the Razing of my Wooden Tower, and he ran a black campaign for me back in junior high, third one said.

Sometimes... Going different paths is the right thing to do.
Venture to the unknown.