Living without a sidekick

I’ve never had a “sidekick” I’ve had friends but it always ended in tears. Not actual tears. I’m too strong for that. They only pretended to be friends. The only real friend I’ve had moved to another city after 1st grade. We went to the same preschool. She could have been my sidekick. I was so upset she left so when she called me, I didn’t want to talk to her. Maybe we wouldn’t have kept in touch anyway.

In Elementary school I had a friend who I spent time with after school. But she always wanted me to take money to school so we could buy candy. At the time I didn’t realise that she was just using me. She also talked behind my back to another school mate. Our class was quite close so I did have other friends. But no sidekick there either.

When I had to repeat 4th grade, I lost touch with my old class but I got new friends. Or so I thought. In 6th grade everything changed for some reason. I become an outcast. No one wanted to be my friend. Group assignments were the worst. I hated them. At the same time school become more reluctant. I learned, I better be off without friends. They just deceive you anyway.

But I did get new friends when I got to Secondary school. The class was much smaller and my class mates were much nicer. There was boy I became friends with but I wouldn’t call him a sidekick.

Having friends and having a sidekick is different things. I’ve never had the latter and I don’t think I’ll ever find someone like that anyway. I’m used to being a loner. It might sound sad to some people but I’m no people person anyway. You could say, I’m my own sidekick. I don’t need a sidekick to feel better about myself. So far I haven’t needed one either. I’m not Sherlock or Batman after all.

God, the serial killer that never gets caught (part 3)

Writing 101 has ended ages ago. But this was very difficult to write so that’s the reason I haven’t written this earlier. Since I didn’t finish this 3 part story, I decided to mix it with this weekly writing challenge. It’s was the saddest time of my life. This is quite a long post!


Last but not least, the sorrow continues. When my sister died, I don’t remember much about it. And my grandmothers were old so it was no surprise they passed away. Everybody dies one day. Losing a parent is always different. Those are the people who are most close to you.

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Writing101:God, the serial killer that never gets caught (part 2)

This is the 2nd part of this story. I would say enjoy but it’s not really to enjoy. It’s a sad subject after all.

My father’s mother had diabetes which made her blind and lose her leg. I only saw her in a wheelchair because those things happened before I was born. Her life hadn’t been easy. E.g. she had to send her son to Denmark because of the winter war in Finland. She never saw him again. I remember my grandmother being very kind and she used to babysit my sister. She was very lovable. When we visited her in the retirement home, she sometimes gave me pocket-money. She spent the Christmas Eve with us. She got along with my other grandmother very well.
On Christmas in 1989 she was taken to the hospital. She had high fever and high blood pressure. That Christmas she didn’t spend it with us. She knew her time had come. To make the story short. On New Years Eve, 1989 they called from the hospital and told us she had passed away. She was 81. The new year started without her.

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